I returned to my apartment one day with my hair singed and much shorter than it had originally been at the beginning of the day. But I didn't care, not when I had finally built a robot!
We had worked on it for a year, and it was finished today. It was put on three legs and was shaped like an oval. It was originally meant to shoot out cake, but someone had accidentally switched the cake with bullets.
I got to name it~ after all, it was my birthday~ and I called them turrets. We were working on duplicates, and stash them away until we needed them.
I smiled as I plopped myself down on the couch....
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