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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 2:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 2:22 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:12 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 12:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:45 pm
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Dr. Advent placed the finishing touches on his third arm. More precisely, he was placing the finishing ouches on his third arm, Model #94. He was at the same time finishing up, progressing on, or theorizing about seventeen other projects around his office, which was packed to the seams with technomantical mishmash and was roughly twice the size of a regulation football field, and as such was located in the sub-sub-basement of the Academy. The Third Arm M97 swiftly draped itself over one of the tens of thousands of hooks hanging from the fifty-foot ceiling as the chair that Dr. Advent had been sitting in rose up on a half dozen spindly segmented legs and began mince-stepping its way over the neatly-stacked mountains of technomantic refuse. "Hm. Let's see, now... The respirator parts that the infirmary requested are almost done, the spun diamond layered chips that Shop IV need for that project are in the compressor, and... oh, yes. The coffee's almost done."
He pressed a button on his chair and it skittered over to the coffee machine, delicately plucking out a cup of dark brown liquid and handing it to Dr. Advent, who sipped it and spat it out into the sink. "Back to the drawing board for that one, I suppose. I just can't seem to make good coffee from artificial ingredients..."
His chair carried him across his office at an appreciable fraction of the speed of sound, though he felt no discomfort thanks to the Null Inertia Drive he'd installed a few years previously. There was just something he was forgetting, wasn't there... Oh, yes. He pressed a button on his chair and when he next spoke his voice sounded from the PA system across the Academy grounds. "Principal Mason, if you could just stop by my office when you get the chance, I'm almost done with that little favor you asked of me. I just need to get the polishing done."
He picked up the sword he'd made for the Principal, using his hands and not the artificial appendages that did most of the work for him these days. He wasn't particularly out of shape, but three decades of skipping half his meals and spending most of his time hunched over some project or another had left Dr. Khryso Advent with a decidedly wiry frame. He was, at the moment, holding a sword almost as big as he was, and polished to a mirror shine. In truth the sword was done, down to the smallest detail it was perfectly balanced and manufactured. But the bullets weren't quite finished. He was still working on how to make bullets from a handgun superaural without resorting to a larger amount of gunpowder.
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