Office Hours; Office #10. Wednesday [ 11/03 ].

[ivejustinvented]

Farnsworth's office was a complete and utter mess, of metallic parts, electronic wires and chips, and cartons of half-finished Chinese take-out. He hadn't immersed himself in a project this heavily since his younger day, fifty or so odd years ago, at that wide-eyed age of about a century, but his efforts were paying off. At this rate, he might even have his Fake Farnsworth Robot completed by tomorrow, a day early, which would give him the chance for a test run.

That was, of course, barring any interruptions, but, since he imagined most people probably figured he'd died, he wasn't too concerned about that right now.

[[ door is closed, but post is open! ]]