Restoration Perfection?
Other times, she spits at you like a lightning-tongued llama, burns holes in your best-crafted seams, and cackles: “You’re not good enough and you never will be!” So seductive, yet so tragic. It’s a bad romance with a tool that throws electricity through thin air and liquefies metal.
In a recent staff discussion, a question arose: If you could do anything, what would it be? My coworkers’ body shell. The kind of weld that, hundreds of years from now, the robot overlords ruling Earth will believe was created by one of kind, not by some frail, flawed, humanoid of Irish-American descent with an insatiable appetite for beer and fried food.
