The old drive system was beyond repair. We stripped it out, left it in pieces on the floor. What we built in its place, though? Pure madness.
We started with a Self-Stabilizing Gyroscopic Drive. "This will keep him from tipping over when he’s bouncing around like a damn pinball," I explained as I tightened the final bolt.
Next, a Shock-Absorbing Kinetic Dampening System. "This’ll keep his internals from shattering when he slams into stuff at full speed."
And finally, a Magnetic Anchoring System. "This bad boy lets him stick to metal surfaces like a spider-bot. Ever seen a Mr. Handy cling to a ceiling?" I grinned.
Colby wiped sweat from his forehead and laughed. "Man, we just turned him into a rolling death ball."
I cracked my knuckles. "Damn right we did."
Pinball’s old chassis? Scrap. We melted it down and started from scratch.
We forged him a new body—a sleek, spherical Onyx Outer Shell. "This stuff's denser than combat armor and flexible enough to take direct hits without crumpling."
Beneath that, we added Full Reinforced Plating, layered with energy-resistant mesh. "Laser fire’s gonna tickle him at best."
When we stepped back, the new body was half a ton of unstoppable force—1,815 pounds of raw power. "Yeah, he’s built like a freight train. If he rolls at you? Pray."
Colby smacked the thick plating. "Boy's gonna hit harder than a charging Deathclaw."
I smirked. "Let 'em try."
Then, we turned our attention to his senses.
An Advanced Multi-Spectrum Optical Sensor. "Infrared? Check. Thermal? Check. Electromagnetic tracking? Double check." Pinball could now see through walls.
Colby chuckled. "Ain’t nothing sneaking up on him now."
His voice modulator needed an upgrade too. We installed a Tactical-Grade Voice Synthesizer. "Now he can do 500 voice modulations. Wanna hear him sound like a Super Mutant? Done."
We added an Encrypted Long-Range Radio Suite. "He can transmit across entire cities, hack Vault-Tec’s radio network if he wants."
And, just for fun, we installed an Omnidirectional Speaker Array. "Ever wanted a Mr. Handy to scream at full blast from all angles? Well, now you got it."
Colby leaned in, grinning. "Dude, we just turned him into a flying, talking fortress."
I nodded. "Damn right."
We finished with Multi-Function Manipulators—for fine control and raw power. "Need to repair delicate components? He’s got it. Need to punch through concrete? He can do that too."
Colby whistled. "We just turned him into a one-bot army."
I smirked. "He always was."
Then came the moment of truth. We slotted in the final piece, and the core hummed to life.
Prring ping ping Pong POP!
Pinball’s light flared white—brighter than ever before. His turbines roared, the new gyros spun smoothly, and for the first time in years... Pinball hovered.
Higher. Stronger. Better.
And then, his voice—smooth, confident, and loud enough to rattle the walls—boomed, "Sir! BIG CHIEF! Mr. Marcel, What’s What’s the Deal Deal?"
Colby clutched his gut and laughed. "Dude sounds like a sports announcer from hell!"
Pinball did a mid-air spin, revving his thrusters, then shouted, "I. RISE!"
Colby, grinning, held up THOOP. "Yo, what if we give him a little zap, just to test stability?"
I considered it for a moment. Then, I smirked.
“Well… let’s find out.”
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