Power-Source-Dilemma(edited)(chapter 9)

Chapter 9

"A standard bicycle or a salvaged bicycle that is in working condition," he muttered, his mind racing with ideas. He continued to draw, capturing the concept forming in his thoughts before they fade "I will also need a bicycle generator kit or a hub motor that can convert mechanical energy from pedalling into electrical energy, but i can just fabricate that, but i dont want to miss out on the exp" he added, visualising the necessary components before pondering further.

As he sketched, Asher had a certain idea popped into his mind, a certain component, "a DC motor, could be used as a generator by connecting it to the rear wheel of the bicycle. The motor should be capable of producing electricity when rotated," he explained to himself, understanding, which he always did.

Stepping back for a moment, he admired his artwork. "I almost forgot, a Mounting Bracket: A sturdy mounting bracket or frame that can securely hold the DC motor in place and connect it to the bicycle's rear wheel," he realised, adding the crucial element to his drawing. The plan was taking shape.

The flood of ideas continued to pour into Asher's brain. "Power Transmission System is, of course, required. A system of gears, belts, or chains to transmit the rotational energy from the bicycle's pedals to the DC motor/generator," he detailed, ensuring all the necessary components were accounted for.

"plus a voltage regulator. A voltage regulator is kinda essential to regulate and control the output voltage from the generator. It helps ensure a stable and safe electrical output," he reminded himself, recognizing the importance of maintaining a consistent flow of power.

His mind focused on the practicalities, he added, "Wiring and Connectors, which I have plenty of thanks to the excessive shopping that I did recently," appreciating his foresight in stocking up on supplies. Asher knew the significance of secure and reliable connections.

"Battery or Capacitor Bank, A battery or capacitor bank to store the generated electricity for later use or to provide a stable power supply," he listed, understanding the necessity of storing the energy produced.

A smile spread across Asher's face as he continued to draw. "A control panel with switches, metres, and indicators to monitor and control the electricity generation process," he outlined, visualising the interface that would allow him to manage the system effectively.

Finally, he declared, "Load or Device, A device or load to connect to the generator output and utilise the generated electricity, such as powering lights, charging electronic devices, or running small appliances, envisioning the various possibilities that would come to life with the power he generated.

With the complete plan before him, Asher stepped back, marvelling at his own genius. "I love you, a wrinkly old pile of mush," he affectionately muttered, tapping his temple, before realising how weird he sounded.

The room surrounding Asher was filled with a sense of purpose and determination. Tools and gadgets adorned the workbench, reflecting his passion for tinkering and inventing. Soft light filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow upon the space. The air was filled with the faint scent of metal and electronics, hinting at the countless hours Asher had spent in his workshop.

His eyes shifted to the non existant window, which would have offered him a glimpse of the outside world. how the sun would have hunged low in the sky, which would have casted a long shadows across the neighbourhood. Beyond the non existant window, houses lined the streets, and people went about their daily routines.

But in Asher's mind, a world of innovation and possibility unfolded. His thoughts raced, fueled by the desire to create and improve. The possibilities seemed endless, and his determination burned brighter than ever.

-scene change-

After emerging from the sewer, Asher found himself in a dimly lit alleyway. He glanced around, his eyes scanning the surroundings, while mischievous thoughts danced in his mind. "Alright, a bike. Let's go steal some bikes or i could go and make one myself" he said with a sly grin, glancing down at the wallet in his hand, which held a measly 7 dollars. The limited funds didn't deter his determination, "guess we are back to being broke again".

With a surge of agility, about 17 mph to be exact, Asher swiftly climbed up a nearby dumpster, using it as a foothold to ascend to the nearest fire exit. "Guess there's a benefit to being able to lift your own weight," he remarked, recalling the physical prowess he had developed, which made him even more excited as he though, "i should try and accumulate point to dump into my spirit stats but given my circumstance, being physically powerless is not a good idea" he nodded to himself, as he plans to dump his next stat point or half a stat point into his strength.

Scaling the fire exit, Asher reached the rooftop, his gaze wandering across the scenery. "Maybe a solar panel isn't a bad idea," he contemplated, his mind working on potential solutions. As he absorbed the view, the tranquillity was interrupted by a gust of sea breeze. "It's kind of relaxing being above the streets," he commented, savouring the rare moment of peace. Yet, the blissful thought was swiftly tainted by a darker realisation. "So long as you ignore the filth that is gangs," he pondered, acknowledging the grim reality that lurked beneath the surface.

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A/N happy holidays