In a Kord Omniversal warehouse..
Ted Kord whistles cheerily as he flips on the main switch, kicking on a number of fluorescent bulbs overhanging the large, open space of the warehouse. Along the sides, a variety of lab equipment sits, covered in a thin layer of dust and cobwebs. He picks up a labcoat from a hook near the door, dusting it off before sliding it on.
He cranks up the volume on his iPod as he starts to turn on the machines. He's back, baby.
"She blind-ed me with sci-ence.." he sings along as he takes inventory.
This was one of his few remaining lab facilities that he kept for personal use - one of the ones where he could properly service the Bug. As such, it was one of the best-equipped.
He hums as he checks the stability of the lab's power supply. ".. poetry in motion..."
Half walking, half dancing - he takes the main positronic CPU he'd been tinkering with at home out of his pocket, hooking it into a diagnostic machine. ".. when I'm dancing close to her.."
Fingertips dance across the keys, calling up a diagram of the unit - the system's computer-assisted design mode activating to assist his work.
In a warehouse all alone, Ted Kord grins.
He cranks up the volume on his iPod as he starts to turn on the machines. He's back, baby.
"She blind-ed me with sci-ence.." he sings along as he takes inventory.
This was one of his few remaining lab facilities that he kept for personal use - one of the ones where he could properly service the Bug. As such, it was one of the best-equipped.
He hums as he checks the stability of the lab's power supply. ".. poetry in motion..."
Half walking, half dancing - he takes the main positronic CPU he'd been tinkering with at home out of his pocket, hooking it into a diagnostic machine. ".. when I'm dancing close to her.."
Fingertips dance across the keys, calling up a diagram of the unit - the system's computer-assisted design mode activating to assist his work.
In a warehouse all alone, Ted Kord grins.