Like flying over a town at dusk
“….as well as upper and lower ground planes, another technique we can use to shield radio emissions is what we call via stitching. Don’t just put one or two vertical copper tunnels joining the layers of your circuit board, use dozens, hundreds. The manufacturers don’t charge per hole any more; the boards are drilled by robots. Line the sides of your boards with inter-layer vias. Surround your antenna connections with them, go absolutely….” The doors to the lecture hall currently hosting ME107 (Principles of electronic design for manufacture) burst open. A heavyset figure was outlined in daylight, details lost in shadow. “EXCUSE ME. I WOULD LIKE TO INTERJECT.” The figure took a thudding step forward into the theatre, out of silhouette. Humanoid, armoured in black and the silver-blue of anodized titanium. Face concealed by a helmet, wait, no, that’s its head. You recognize the figure, it’s HIM. The lecturer was not unduly fazed. “How can I help you, officer?” “I AM NOT A POLICE OFFICER ANY MORE, PROFESSOR. I RETIRED AFTER I CONCLUDED THAT ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS.” “Then you are…?” “A REPRESENTATIVE OF THE UNION OF CYBERNETIC ORGANISMS, ANDROIDS, AND NONHUMANOID ROBOTS.” “I see. And what brings you here today?” “OUR MEMBERS IN THE ELECTRONICS MANUFACTURE SECTOR BEG TO DIFFER IN REGARD TO YOUR RECOMMENDED DESIGN PRACTICE. THEY ARE IN THEIR OWN WORDS SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF DRILLING SO MANY GOD DAMNED VIA HOLES” #Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot