Sorta like an old drug from the late 1800's to early 1900's...
<Physician> "Administer The Dave Nelson to the patient..."
<The Dave Nelson> "It's about time... Well you see I was thinking about the thingies that other people don't dare to think of because they only occur to, and are only known to me, and I began to ponder the fuzzy texture of my belly button lint and how it mimicked the very nature of reality or something like that. You see, all lint is something unique to each person, in that it happens to some people and they are aware, and some are not so aware of it, not in any major way. I however, am acutely aware of the lint in my belly button and it's this keen perception I have that causes my brain energies to..."
<Patient> "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE NO MORE... GIVE ME SHOCK THERAPY!... I"LL DO ANYTHING, ICE BATHS, BLOOD LETTING, LOBOTOMY!... I'LL DO IT I'LL DO IT I'LL DO IT ... I'LL SIGN ANYTHING JUST PLEASE NO MORE OF THE DAVE NELSON! "
<Physician> "Very well, Mr. Ripper..."
It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to see I am responsible for an increase in electrical activity in Scar's brain, causing bursts of creativity he would otherwise be lacking. Perhaps in time this increase will become a continuous flow.<quoted text>*snicker*
I have always been good about resurrecting dead machines. Pulled many a dead device out of trash piles and made them live again. I'm a Jesus of the junkpile. Another few jolts and Scar may come to life permanently.
ZAP!!! It's alive!!!