"So, we've had to change a few times, and make modifications...but I'm pretty comfortable in my mom's lab. Or at least, whatever she's using as a lab right then."
The faint hum of computers and servers whirring, and the clack of a keyboard had been a familiar sound in his younger years. As was the sound of machinery being put together, screwdrivers and hammering, the slight schik of metal against metal or plastic.
In his mind's eye, it was easy for him to picture--albeit from a younger perspective. Through a playpen's grating, his mother hunched over a computer and her fingers flying over the keys. Once he'd learned to escape the playpen, the familiar clatter of keys also gave way to the faint sheen of artificial light from a computer screen, even if he hadn't ever understood the images.
"I think mom found it soothing, in her own way. To be productive, working on stuff." And it wasn't as if she'd had help with him when he was that young.
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The faint hum of computers and servers whirring, and the clack of a keyboard had been a familiar sound in his younger years. As was the sound of machinery being put together, screwdrivers and hammering, the slight schik of metal against metal or plastic.
In his mind's eye, it was easy for him to picture--albeit from a younger perspective. Through a playpen's grating, his mother hunched over a computer and her fingers flying over the keys. Once he'd learned to escape the playpen, the familiar clatter of keys also gave way to the faint sheen of artificial light from a computer screen, even if he hadn't ever understood the images.
"I think mom found it soothing, in her own way. To be productive, working on stuff." And it wasn't as if she'd had help with him when he was that young.