Chapter 7
Less than an hour later, I’m seated on my bedroom floor. Shelves of specialty alarm clocks line the walls, along with one small cot. I lift my magnetic enhancer from my lap, giving it one last scan. What a mess. This thing could be abstract art sculpture called Wire Octopus Drinks Too Much Coffee.
I shrug. Chaotic is the typical look for my inventions. My stuff is never pretty; it simply works. And this magnetic enhancer just passed all my diagnostics with ease, including the new dark matter brackets. A warm sense of pride seeps through my heart.
It’s done.
Tapping my smart watch, I summon Fritz again. Music sounds before his holographic image appears. This time, he isn’t kicking anyone to death. Bonus.
“What did I say about electronic comms?” asks Fritz. “Come down to my of
