An online comic about Ace. A young geek that's too nice for his own good. All he wants is a regular life and a regular girlfriend. But he knows that isn't going to happen. – CGI – Adult situations. Artistic nudity. Not suitable for children or Fundies.
Cadet Sky: Oh, sure. Let's have Cadet Sky work on the primitive machine. Her father's a Terran. She'll have a special affinity for that kind of thing. It's in her blood. OK! Most of the volatiles probably boiled off into space almost immediately. That's actually a good thing. Given the wide variety of alloys used, the drivetrain and axles are probably fused. The tires look OK, but I wouldn't trust them. For that matter, all of the polymer and organic components will probably need to be replaced. And the use of hydrocarbon fuels was banned over 80 cycles ago.
Cpt Peach: But, can you fix it?
Cadet Sky: In my sleep.
Cadet Sky: We have coolants and lubricants on hand that will work as well or better than the originals. I should be able to recode a drivecoil decoupler to undo any vacuum welds. I just have to be careful to not separate anything that's supposed to be attached. I can set the microfabbers to duplicate most of the ruined parts as well as make a standard powercell look like the original battery. I'll have to get someone else to fix the upholstery. I'm all thumbs when it comes to sewing. And, I think I could replace the tires with a nanomaterial similar to our uniforms. They'll never blow out and they'll stick to the road like glue.
Cpt Peach: As long as they look like original equipment.
Cadet Sky: The manufacturer wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Fuel won't be a problem if you'll approve a still. I have a formula for a high density alcohol that I've been itching to try.
Cpt Peach: You can do that?
Cadet Sky: Oh, please, Mother. You forget that one of my Terran great-grandfathers was a notorious moonshiner and gin runner. Fast cars and bathtub hooch...