He's drunk enough to find just about anything she does funny, and her rambling explanation is peppered with chuckles from him. It's an interesting, if futile concept, to Sans' mind. But still, interesting is interesting. Even if interesting could be very, very dangerous.
Pulling a pen from his pocket, Sans unfolds a napkin.
"I think it's pretty safe to say we're working with terra electron volts, right? Right." Sans did some quick estimations, based on his own work with alternate dimensional travel as a starting point. The Core's output was always something of a limiter in his work. No matter how much one pushed it, getting it to run hot enough was nigh-impossible. Clearly, the Ingress didn't have that problem. "So you've got this thing producing impossible numbers of TeV, and..."
Subbing in some very, very loose math, Sans sped through a few of the equations he memorized by heart through his work. It comes as a bit of a surprise just how natural this is, after so long out of the game. Advanced quantum physics, it seems, was sort of like riding a bike.
"... Alright, so, conservatively? And I mean real conservatively. We're looking at ciphoning off something close to 7.8 TeV. Not that I don't think the Ingress has that to spare, and that freakin' terrifies me, but conducting that much energy safely is like trying to put a sleeve on a cup of coffee at..." Sans holds up the napkin, pointing to a number he's circled: 7.8x10^22. Like hell he's going to try and say that number aloud, not when he's this toasted. "That much times its boiling temp. Best case scenario you burn yourself, worst and most likely case scenario you wind up dumping the coffee everywhere and melting the entire ship."
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Pulling a pen from his pocket, Sans unfolds a napkin.
"I think it's pretty safe to say we're working with terra electron volts, right? Right." Sans did some quick estimations, based on his own work with alternate dimensional travel as a starting point. The Core's output was always something of a limiter in his work. No matter how much one pushed it, getting it to run hot enough was nigh-impossible. Clearly, the Ingress didn't have that problem. "So you've got this thing producing impossible numbers of TeV, and..."
Subbing in some very, very loose math, Sans sped through a few of the equations he memorized by heart through his work. It comes as a bit of a surprise just how natural this is, after so long out of the game. Advanced quantum physics, it seems, was sort of like riding a bike.
"... Alright, so, conservatively? And I mean real conservatively. We're looking at ciphoning off something close to 7.8 TeV. Not that I don't think the Ingress has that to spare, and that freakin' terrifies me, but conducting that much energy safely is like trying to put a sleeve on a cup of coffee at..." Sans holds up the napkin, pointing to a number he's circled: 7.8x10^22. Like hell he's going to try and say that number aloud, not when he's this toasted. "That much times its boiling temp. Best case scenario you burn yourself, worst and most likely case scenario you wind up dumping the coffee everywhere and melting the entire ship."
Sans twirls his pen, grinning.
"And that's conservative."