Frostbound

Hendricks (cont.)

It wasn't long before people flocked in. His team set up camp a distance away from everyone else and mostly kept to themselves, but as more and more people came pouring in, it began to become untenable.

Word had spread and it had spread fast.

Which wasn't something Hendricks thought he'd say after telephone lines and satellites were destroyed.

Oh, to have a phone again.

Most scientists, engineers, researchers, or any other of their ilk were stuck working on more important things. The array he used being one of them.

Phones took too much infrastructure to rebuild quickly.

Sure, they discovered a way to get electricity working again, but it was no good for the fried motherboards and chips that every device had. To get everything up and working again, it would take an entire overhaul of everything delicate inside the electronics.

The only thing that survived was the hardiest of technology. Things that weren't reliant on extremely tight tolerances. A techie had explained it to him once but he only got some of what the man was trying to say.

Phones, computers, and anything with a motherboard were built with only a specific amount of electricity to run through it. Any more than that, and they would fry.

After the Change, electricity, even in small amounts, carried with it Lightning mana. Mana, which was an energy that the boards were not capable nor designed to withstand, greatly exceeded that capacity.

It was like pumping the amps or volts up, or so that was how he thought of it. Hendricks wasn't a sparky.