An older man with thick spectacles looked up from a workbench. "Need something specific, or just browsing the bins?"
Arthur sighed. He could order them online, but he didn't want to wait three days for a cardboard box to arrive from a warehouse across the country. He wanted the smell of solder in the air tonight.
"Local hobbyists usually go to the big industrial suppliers like or Mouser for bulk," Barnaby explained as he rang up the fifty-cent purchase. "Or they hit the big-box hardware stores if they just need basic electrical wire. But for the soul of a machine like yours? You need a specialist."
"47k-ohm. Half-watt. Carbon film, if you’ve got them," Arthur said, feeling a surge of hope.
"Where does one even find these anymore?" he muttered, grabbing his coat.