urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tech_rebel Zero Zero 2006-07-17T07:35:26Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tech_rebel:647 2006-07-17T07:35:26Z 2006-07-17T07:35:26Z The club was closed, technically (though that never seemed to stop people from coming in), and Zero was rummaging through his equipment, rearranging things. <br /><br />He'd recently come back from a trip to buy some new things, and he was busy getting it all set up. This was a common occurrence, one that happened every other week or so. He made it a point to visit the most technologically advanced world he knew of (no one knew where that was, either, aside from him) often to pick up anything new that was worth having.<br /><br />He was humming, apparently unconcerned despite the fact that he appeared to be in the middle of an impossible mess of wires. He always knew where everything was, even if it took him a minute or two to manage to dig it out without messing up something else.<br /><br />Tim wisely left the persocom alone. All of that wiring never had made much sense to him.