Dominick bobbed his head up and down as sparks flew in front of his face. Slowly and carefully welding metal onto metal, careful of controlling the heat and pressure of every moment. His Magnus Opus. He wanted to make sure he did this right.

After some time Dominick walked out of his little shack and into the sun. The smell of putrid garbage wafted on by, but he was not perturbed. Business as usual to him. Tucking his new prize away into his hiding spot, Dominick contemplated what his next action would be. He wanted to go see that robot fair that was in the city, but first, he needed to go see his mother and sister.