Gun thoughts
I was reminded a moment ago of the video game Syndicate, about which I have fond memories. As a the rising star of a ruthless corporation in a cyberpunk future - back when cyberpunk was a genre with impetus - you orchestrated the kidnapping of random citizens, who you then brainwashed, fitted with massive amounts of cybernetics (to the point of replacing multiple limbs and organs), and sent out decked in trenchcoats and Matrix levels of firepower to liquidate whatever obstacles the game placed in your way.
So yes, rather amoral, yet I cannot but remember Agents Nixon, Reagan, Carter and Bush (the player was able to choose the code names of their agents) strolling down the street in their trenchcoats, igniting tenements and police cars with ludicrous volumes of minigun fire, with a fond sigh and rosy glasses.
Anyhow, that got me thinking of the amusingly ironic naming of the 'minigun'. You'd think, based purely on the name, that a minigun was some sort of modern-era derringer, a hold-out pistol you produced by surprise. (For additional surprise, give it the firepower of the Noisy Cricket). A real minigun, of course, is quite the opposite - miniguns are mounted on helicopters and fire 4,000 rounds per minute from spinning barrels, a rate of fire so fast it sounds more like the Devil's flatulence than a machine gun.
So what, then, is the maxigun? Google turns up nothing in terms of military hardware, sadly, which forces one to rely on imagination. I'm picturing a battleship turret, only with rotating barrels firing 4,000 rounds per minute. Which, frankly, would be a fine weapon if you needed to bombard a city the way a meteor bombards a sand castle. Or if you wanted to carve your name into the moon.
At any rate, it's something I expect my tax dollars to go towards, if they aren't already.