Doing Repairs (Locked to Avon / Travis)
Orac, for being primitive, was simultaneously a complicated machine. Fashioning an adequate power source was proving more troublesome than he had first hypothesized. Though it would certainly be significantly easier if he didn't have a yellow tabby persistently trying to intrude on what he was doing.
He grabbed Spot for what he knew to be the 23rd time that evening and dropped her off of the table. "Your string is somewhere, Spot. You may not have my soldering iron." The android couldn't quite bring himself to give up on another artificial intelligence, and he immediately went back to his dutiful work.
Spot decided to preoccupy herself with a wild eyed leap onto the bed, looking around at some invisible flying prey that should be on the ceiling and doing bounces on the covers with her claws extended. Then she decided to dart off and assault some unfortunate washcloth at crazed, carpet propelled speed that sent the bathmat sliding across the linoleum.
He grabbed Spot for what he knew to be the 23rd time that evening and dropped her off of the table. "Your string is somewhere, Spot. You may not have my soldering iron." The android couldn't quite bring himself to give up on another artificial intelligence, and he immediately went back to his dutiful work.
Spot decided to preoccupy herself with a wild eyed leap onto the bed, looking around at some invisible flying prey that should be on the ceiling and doing bounces on the covers with her claws extended. Then she decided to dart off and assault some unfortunate washcloth at crazed, carpet propelled speed that sent the bathmat sliding across the linoleum.