Taylor's Tinker fugue faded, she'd felt her mind racing with the possibilities she could come up with. Ships to travel the stars, power armor, plasma weapons. All her pain, all the suffering the trio had inflicted upon her had pushed her so far she had triggered, becoming the holy grail of triggers, a Tinker.
Looking down at her work of half a day, Taylor's heart sank. Her awesome Tinker power made a pair of socks. Worse, they were a pretty Poor pair of socks. She could feel her left eye begin to twitch.
Looking down at her work of half a day, Taylor's heart sank. Her awesome Tinker power made a pair of socks. Worse, they were a pretty Poor pair of socks. She could feel her left eye begin to twitch.