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alarm

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The contraption sat in a corner of Martin’s workbench muttering to itself and emitting noxious fumes, which of course was fitting.
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What was supposed to be a talking and sweet-smelling alarm clock had not turned out the way Martin had planned.
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“Back to the drawing board” he complained.
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He pulled up his chair and started sketching on a virginal piece of A1 paper.
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shut up” he screamed at the machine, which reacted by exploding and blasting a football sized crater into the bench. Martin was thrown back but largely unhurt.
The next day the military came knocking.

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