The Solenoid

Sounds like some sort of ’50s Sci-Fi creature. We are the solenoids. You will take us to your leaders or we will use our Vehicle Stasis Ray to destroy you.

I considered how I would remove & repair our solenoid. I planned meticulously. I acted with care. The car was on the ramps, plastic was laid out beneath to shield me from unwanted intimacy with the mud, lights were gained, tested, and deployed, the diagrams and instructions were studied….

I climbed beneath the car and regarded the solenoid. Greetings Earth-creature. I’d need an 8mm to get those nuts, a 12 for that bolt…put the light here, fit my arm through there –

–fit my arm through….

Okay, put the light there, instead, and loop my hand over this brace and –

– over this –


Your feeble Earth technology cannot reach us. We are the solenoids.

I consulted my manual of Earth-science motor technology. Then I put the lights & plastic away, took the car off the ramps, put the ramps away, wiping the mud from them and hanging the plastic to dry. I would need to remove various engine parts to be able to fit my hand in where I could reach the solenoid. This job just became more elaborate than I cared to deal with in the dark and mud. I’d be doing it in my shop, with dry floors and ambient light, but there’s a refugee living there, about which I really, really will go into later.

The solenoid has defeated me…for now.

…echoing alien laughter….

Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry