OOC: Oh dear, I've kept you waiting!
He smiled warmly. "Then let's go."
He didn't live far from the store but it didn't matter much- Lisa's legs weren't charged enough to walk so he had to carry her legless torso to his home which meant their trip took nearly half an hour. He put her down in his porch chair to unlock the door, then again in his living room to find the light switch, then finally again in his basement. He flicked on the basement light.
His living room was kept; empty, really. His bedroom was neat. His basement was a disaster. It resembled very much his locker. Spare parts, mostly, but underneath all of them seemed to be blueprints that covered the counters that ran along both sides of the workshop. They coated the counters he had on the side, most of the floor was stained with oil and sweat. He kept a yellow inflatable ball on the floor that had a red star on it, and kicked it around with a childlike look of wonder on his face. Noticeably, across the room were scattered half completed bionic limbs. Lower arms, mostly.
At the end of the room was a blanket. It stood seven feet off the ground, and covered a vaguely human-like form. William placed Lisa in a chair directly opposite the ghost, and prepared his big unveil.
The blanket fell to the floor. A gray metal man appeared from the darkness, and stared Lisa down. Long, and hard.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the T-45d!"
It was an exo-suit, that much was clear. But not like any ordinary exo-suit. It was noticably bigger, similar to the old fashioned suits of armour the knights from the Fernalian Kingdom wore during festivals. Running across the insides of the suit were clear little wires, some thin as copper, others thick as tubes. The entire suit looked very incomplete. It's chest was smooth with grooves on either edge, the shoulders were stout and had two rings atop each one. The upper arms were beefy, and the gauntlets were grooved and looked menacing. The helmet was the most detailed function. Around the mouth was a filter, purpose unknown. There was one light on the left around the cheek, and another light on the right around the temple. Two ribbed black tubes ran from over the shoulder and connected to the mouth, suggesting a type of water breathing function.
"This will not be your ordinary exo-suit Lisa, I tell you." He breathed, proud of his work. "Fully equipped with streamlined oxygen tanks, helmet mounted flashlight, camera, and polarized lenses. That's the only thing that works, though." He admitted. "The rest of it so far is just heavy junk. I don't have the proper hydraulics for it to be mobile just yet. But the rest of the features are incredible."
"It's got a built in thermostat set to sixty eight degrees, Fahrenheit, but will be changeable in the final product. It can survive in water pressure lower than any other exo-suit. That's not to say it'll replace the submarine, but it's respectably close. On top of all that, it can filter out most forms of electricity, meaning engineers and technicians will be able to handle personal jobs with almost guaranteed safety. Did you know thirteen engineers died last year due to electrical overloads? It takes a ton of power to keep that environment simulator running." He stepped back, and sighed.
"It's extremely durable. The chestplate can take a bullet from a 9mm with little more than a dent, though anything much bigger can get through. It doesn't do well against shotguns but assault weapons at range don't bother you, unless the shooter gets lucky and hits one of these." He ran his finger through a gap where some wires were visible. "I'll have most of these gaps sealed off by the time it's finished, though."
William Jericho stepped back, this time halfway across the room, and partially obscured Lisa's view of the suit. "It'll be some powerful armour. It just doesn't work... yet."