Carefully Abigail touched the delicate white plastic pieces together, melting them slightly where they made contact to form a weld. Behind her, her 3-D printer worked busily to churn out the next components of the sculpture. Scattered around her were drawings, calculations and scraps, as well as several other, simpler creations. She muttered to herself as she worked and didn’t appear to hear the door open as Sophie let herself into the room.
“What’s up, Abigail? Not got enough on?” Sophie let the sarcasm drip from her voice as she moved up towards the desk, looking at the emerging sculpture and picking up one of the drawings. Abigail laughed ruefully.
“Yeah, I wish! This is cathartic for me though, like you going for a run. Here, this one will give you a better idea of what it is going to look like once it’s done.” She held up a second drawing, laughing again as Sophie held it up, tilting and turning as she struggled to make sense of the squat, ugly little thing it depicted.
“OK, I give in.” Sophie declared eventually, handing the sheet back to Abigail. “What is it meant to be and why would anyone want one?”
“Promise you won’t tell? … Well, remember how I said that the whole reason I wanted that particular hotel is because it had somehow gotten into my dreams? This little machine was part of those dreams.” Her grin faded as she saw Sophie’s concerned expression.
“Oh, Abi…” she began, but Abigail cut her off.
“No, no. It’s not like that!” She covered her mouth as she let out a giggle, “What, do you think I’m crazy now? No, I just thought it would be cool, like a little private joke to have the thing in one of the rooms. It’ll remind me of how this all started and give anyone staying in the room something to think about!”