"Bloody wires," exclaimed a man, laying underneath a large machine. "You just don't want to listen, do you?"
The man's name was Geoffrey Gimbler, and he was presently attempting to create a time machine. Or, as the local townsfolk called it, an excuse to be anti-social. Every time he tried to show off his newest and shiniest contraption at the town's fairs (as these people didn't know the meaning of the word dull), the elders and youngsters alike would scoff and ridicule his gadgets, claiming they were nothing but novelties, never to last. Geoffrey never believed them. One day, he thought, I'll create a magnificent machine that will finally astonish even the hardest skeptics of my work. For now, as dismal as it may seem, he was trapped in his workshop, overflowing with clutter and past ideas.
However, he was not alone in his escapades, for there was one who saw the potential and charm in Geoffrey's inventions.
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Persitence and Tea
Ciencia FicciónWhat happens when a persistent inventor meets an eager assistant? Conundrums and calamity.