[Temporary project until the forums come back XD] - 4th of July - Main Cabin Daily Song: The Creator by Lena Raine 387 words The Inventor wipes his brow and throws open his windows. Smoke billows out. Amidst the sparking of wires and the bustle of the city, someone calls out to him from down below. "Keep it up, Inventor!" yells a portly man. The crowd about him choruses an agreement. "You're doing good work!" The Inventor's face warms. "You've got it!" he shouts back, grinning madly. The sun has long since set, yet somehow the streets are full of people. They dance about the pavement. They laugh in tune to the pumping of factory pipes. Their shoes go clickety-clack, their bracelets jingle and jangle. Every chime of the clock towers is a hiss of steam, is a distant bang, is a million sounds in chaotic harmony. They're the blood pumping through the city's copper veins - its very own circadian rhythm. Even those not out on the street dance along. In a tower near the centre of the city, an Inventor hums a tune as he flits from contraption to contraption, each one the most bizarre mix of cogs and chemicals. "Yes!" he cheers, throwing down his wrench. A steel robot shaped uncannily like a bee stutters to life in front of him. He pats it on the head, and then it's on to the next. An automatic potion brewer, sputtering incoherently. A playful snip of stray wires, and it begins to bubble. And so it goes on. The Inventor turns a cog, adjusts a screw, sticks a little this here and removes a little that there, lost in a maze of his own wonderful creations. Eventually he reaches his magnum opus, and slows down for the first time in hours. Fingering his tools, he pops a panel open. With nimble fingers he rearranges the thing's inner mechanisms. Finally, he steps back, and- -It explodes. The Inventor wipes his brow. He throws open his windows. Smoke billows out. Amidst the sparking of wires and the bustle of the city, someone calls out to him from down below. "Keep it up, Inventor!" yells a portly man. The crowd about him choruses an agreement. "You're doing good work!" The Inventor's face warms. "You've got it!" he shouts back. Glancing back at his masterpiece in progress, its electricity sizzling invitingly. A mad grin forms on the Inventor's face. He knows exactly what to do.
