“Huhuhuhuhh” grunted Tristan. “Huhhhuhhh… look. I’ve used a plate as a lens shade! Arf!”
Unbeknownst to Tristan, at that exact moment a circuit inside the Red opened for the last time, and the remaining electrons of self-respect it had left were vented out to space. For the rest of its working life, it would never dream again.
(Photo credit: Eric)
