Max's goggles disappear, and underneath where they were, she looks incredulous. "Are you kidding? How could it get boring?" she asks. As she does so, the room starts to take shape. It is a workshop that is filled to the brim with hundreds, maybe thousands, of projects, tools, raw materials, and so much more. A small hammock is arranged haphazardly between two large, armored statues. Each of the items she had been working on appear in here, and she gestures around. "Could you imagine getting sick of creating something new, and then improving on it? That shit's the best."
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Adam chuckles. "Down, girl," he says jokingly as he lays a hand on Artimes' shoulder.