"Some of my aids can work things well enough - better than I can - but it's been a difficult track. It's not a trade often taught, here, due to the resource situation. Besides the CiDs, which some people go so far as to claim to be gifts from the gods," and she is clearly dubious about that, "Technology is notably inconsistent. But we've supplemented with magic, because we've had to."
Being from 1999, Integra hadn't switched Hellsing at home over from paper archives quite yet, even - the technology she's most familiar with is the sort that comes in the form of anti-aircraft missiles. "We've stockpiled everything we've come across, however, in the event we ever end up with a functioning department of that nature." In fact, she takes a detour, then, to head down to a secure room near the armory so she can show him the tech graveyard (for lack of a better word).
Dead laptops, micro chips, compact particle accelerators, broken things not of Earth - a plethora of bits and pieces, laid out on shelves, neatly ordered. She fusses with a lightbulb to get the room illuminated. It's organized, if clearly disused. "We could probably sell a lot of this for petty cash, but I've had them hang on to anything that looked useful. If you can make anything of what's in here..." she shrugs. Have at it, Jack. "Power supplies and replacement parts are a huge issue, here. Just like bullets."
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Being from 1999, Integra hadn't switched Hellsing at home over from paper archives quite yet, even - the technology she's most familiar with is the sort that comes in the form of anti-aircraft missiles. "We've stockpiled everything we've come across, however, in the event we ever end up with a functioning department of that nature." In fact, she takes a detour, then, to head down to a secure room near the armory so she can show him the tech graveyard (for lack of a better word).
Dead laptops, micro chips, compact particle accelerators, broken things not of Earth - a plethora of bits and pieces, laid out on shelves, neatly ordered. She fusses with a lightbulb to get the room illuminated. It's organized, if clearly disused. "We could probably sell a lot of this for petty cash, but I've had them hang on to anything that looked useful. If you can make anything of what's in here..." she shrugs. Have at it, Jack. "Power supplies and replacement parts are a huge issue, here. Just like bullets."