15 Sklippie
The electrode sparked and Ace shook violently. “Oh man, why d’you do that?”
Sklippie laughed, filming the whole thing on his phone. “I needed to test the conductivity of real skin.”
“On me?” Ace whined, rubbing her hand.
“It’s science, Ace.”
“Then, ouch, b***h! Anyways, are you done now?”
“Nope. I tried it on myself, you. I need one more for the readings to be statistically significant.”
“Ty!” they said together.
“I’m bringing him over, you be ready to film.” Ace took off, excited to punk her friend.
Sklippie reset the capacitor switch and listened to the electric hum of the defibrillator. It was tuned way down, he didn’t want to make a heart stop, but it worked as proof of concept.
Now all he needed was to make it all fit on a drone. All seven kilogrammes of it.
