He was working in his lab again. As always. He didn't like this lab, though. The lab was too small. Only big enough for two to three scientist to work together at the same time. There also weren't many tools with good quality, since it was only a cheap rental lab. It wasn't even near to reach his bigger goals and dreams of entering a black hole.

But because he couldn't afford bigger place, as he didn't have any sponsors and only lived off from the fortune his parents left him after their death, and it was the only thing available for him, he had to accept with this.

While Blake Dillard, or rather Doctor Dillard like he prefered, was hunched over his big desk, drawing a blue print for yet another machinery, he never much noticed anything, or anyone, else around him. His focus and mind were on the task in hand and that only.