(You never know when you're going to stumble upon something you need or want to take apart. As the boy scouts say always prepared, not that he had ever been one of those, but he still took the phrase to heart and tried to live by it.)

Obviously, but I'm guessing yours is still quite powerful? (The rate he was going through what he had spied stumbled upon him working on was, to his eye, quite quick. But this too seemed to have the possibility of that, likely more from what the other was saying.

He nodded along to the words, though he kept his eyes on the machine he was working on, quickly adding each removed piece to his notebook, jotting along notes, keywords of what Harold was saying to the margin.) Are there still ones that take up entire floors of buildings? That's what mine currently does, but compared to what I saw yours doing, mine is as slow as molasses on the coldest day of winter. (Where one might thing he would be annoyed, he mostly sounds vaguely amused by it.

Carefully he unscrewed the hard drive from it, picking it out and examining it.) So a...laptop would be kind of like, a notebook, but the desktop is the heavy duty typewriter you keep at your home desk. (Vaguely. It's the closest he's got at the moment and mostly distracted.)

Is it something everyone has access to, or does it require special permits?