Probably. Dustin seems mostly unconcerned, flitting around the prototype as he attaches various peripherals and checks on others. Testing and monitoring equipment - he doesn't anticipate that this will work as efficiently as it could, but that's because he doesn't have any way to judge the sort of output Pikachu produces. The multimeter crimped into the other end of this makeshift circuit will do most of the work in helping Dustin figure that out, even if the other parts fail.
...Or that was the plan, anyway, except that Dustin has deeply underestimated Pikachu's capabilities. It's not just enough current to burst the plastic wall of the tank as the acidic liquid inside instantly boils over - it's enough to pop every resistor in the testing circuit running in parallel, error out the multimeter, overcome the internal resistance of the multimeter, then jump straight into the hand Dustin is holding it with. And, thanks to his own mysterious conductive properties, his resistance is much lower than any of those other parts in the way.
There's a crackle, bang, Dustin's vision flashes white, and the next thing he's aware of is the fact that he's on his back halfway across the room with the partially-melted multimeter still gripped tight in his hand. He just lays there for a bit, too dazed to move.
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Date: 2023-04-17 04:36 pm (UTC)...Or that was the plan, anyway, except that Dustin has deeply underestimated Pikachu's capabilities. It's not just enough current to burst the plastic wall of the tank as the acidic liquid inside instantly boils over - it's enough to pop every resistor in the testing circuit running in parallel, error out the multimeter, overcome the internal resistance of the multimeter, then jump straight into the hand Dustin is holding it with. And, thanks to his own mysterious conductive properties, his resistance is much lower than any of those other parts in the way.
There's a crackle, bang, Dustin's vision flashes white, and the next thing he's aware of is the fact that he's on his back halfway across the room with the partially-melted multimeter still gripped tight in his hand. He just lays there for a bit, too dazed to move.