Mind grumbled to himself, fixing a few circuits and wires in his right arm. He hated doing this. Sure, fixing himself helps him through the long run, but it takes an hour just for a bit of maintenance.

Mind was patient, of course. He needed to be to reach entropy! Yet, too many tasks, chores, and assignments took so many precious hours off of his free time.

He snarled, closing the latch on his arm and leaving a mess of scattered tools and shards of metal on his desk. H̶e̶ ̶f̶e̶l̶t̶ ̶t̶i̶r̶e̶d̶ His battery was running low, an indication that it's almost time to shut off soon. Perhaps he'd feel better in the morning. Perhaps.

["This is a waste of time.."]