Ning, who could see the schematic glowing in front of her eyes and the step-by-step instructions the System was feeding her as she worked, kept his amusement to himself.
Naysha pointed at three components among the scattered parts.
"These three," she said. "The camera module, this microphone here, and that transistor."
The camera was a small, slightly bulky unit that had once sat above the tablet's screen, the microphone was a tiny cylinder barely larger than a grain of rice, and the transistor was even smaller, a dark speck of a component soldered onto one of the inner boards.
She began removing each of them in turn, desoldering the transistor with careful, steady movements of Jason's soldering pen, and placed all three on a clean cloth beside her, well apart from the rest of the tablet's remains.
Then she moved on to the helmets.
