You are over-heated. You a badly dehydrated! You know you are going to die this way. At this point, even if you abandon the weapon and seek shaded shelter on foot you are too weak to make it far. You feel so bad, and you know that you shall never feel OK again. Then at the stoplight, a guy waiting in his truck pops the tab off a frosty cold Taco Pop. You knock on the window of this truck and when he rolls down the window a blast of cold air thrills you. You quickly, in parched croaking voice explain what your mega-weapon can do, and that you are willing to trade it for his Taco-Pop. He has a six-pack in a grocery sack, so he agrees. So cool! So refreshing! Your body recovers swiftly as your body temp drops to a survivable level. Hell, you even help the Man get the weapon onto the flatbed of his truck. Later that week you find out on the news that the Man attacked the OFTL building during President Gerald Ellon's Rape of the Union address. He was killed along with ninety key government leaders and a large number of the press core.