It's good to have a lab again.
[Nothing like a dishonest day's work to lift the spirits and clear a foul mood away! Now that Wily's mastered the 'technology' of this place in the sense that he figured out how to bend it to his will like so much raw putty, he's having a grand ol' time. Behind the modest door with its jaunty skull motif has blossomed up a large and fully operational battle station robot laboratory- three tables, no waiting- and this time nothing will be lost due to theft or sabotage, for most of its contents are made from the substance of the shifty wallspace itself, reconfigured by the old man's epic brain into everything from tables to chairs to soldiering irons to small nut and bolts components.
And this new robot, which he's making to test out the capacities of the material of this place, should prove quite an interesting and enlightening diversion...
He'd like to hear from some of his robots, but knowing those fools, most of them are probably off skulking in corners, or sleeping together (he seriously needs to revamp his AI subroutines if that is the result he keeps getting, hmph!), or who-knows-what. Well, never mind!]
And this new robot, which he's making to test out the capacities of the material of this place, should prove quite an interesting and enlightening diversion...
He'd like to hear from some of his robots, but knowing those fools, most of them are probably off skulking in corners, or sleeping together (he seriously needs to revamp his AI subroutines if that is the result he keeps getting, hmph!), or who-knows-what. Well, never mind!]