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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Friadoc" data-source="post: 3559974" data-attributes="member: 5445">*Bzzzt*Electricity crackles, disrupting the tranquility of the lab, dimly lit by direction lighting that contrasts light and dark and draws focus upon project ladened benches.Controlled chaos, with tools, parts, and implements used for invention strewn about, would be the best way to describe the lab's nature. An odd insight into the resident of this space, with every piece in it's place, but some places being spread out. An ordered mind, yet creative.Flashes of blue-white light sporadically illuminate the back corner of the lab, silhouetting a man's form consumed by the welding before him. Slowly, between blasts of light, an annular shape takes form on the work surface before the man.Between the flashes various details of the projects within the lab can be seen; upon one counter are several custom PDAs with a small RFID next to them, while another counter holds new comm-units that are simple buds that can be hidden within the user's ear, and lastly shown is a still unfinished disc-shaped work.Dark goggles protect his eyes, while a black, rubber apron worn over his coveralls insulates his chest, torso, and waist from any potential dangers within the lab.A CAD image on the benches monitor shows the future of the cacophony of pieces, which once assembled will comprise a hovering drone used for surveillance and reconnaissance. Tabs within the CAD interface are listed with Mark I (R), Mark II (T), Mark III (D) and Mark IV (A).Slowly the crackling ceases and the room grows dimmer and quiet, which is suddenly disrupted for a brief moment by the clang of the newly wrought disc landing next to the other.But, slowly, something else is heard emanating from the man, more precisely his ears; Jack Johnson's Brushfire Fairytales can be heard from the iPod earbuds, Cade sings along under his breath to "It's All Understood"."Everyone knows what went downBecause the news was spread all over townAnd fact is only what you believeAnd fact and fiction work as a teamIt's almost always fiction in the endThat content begins to bendWhen context is never the same" With a wry smirk Cade pushes the goggles up onto his forehead, completing the image of the Mad Scientist without a thought, all while chuckling at the odd irony of the lyrics."Yeap," says Cade as he sets down before the PDA bench. "It's definately all understood."</blockquote>

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