The sounds of loud clinking and gears grinding fill the.. otherwise miserable place. Wires litter the floors, walls, and cielings, as they flash dimly with a pink hue, pumping it to a large core in the middle of the mainroom. Centibeat hums to himself, shifting about as he works on god knows what. He would occasionally look over to the massive moniter on the wall, most of the wires coming from it. It held various different pictures and angles of Starcadia, all from the outskirts, to the forest mines. Another side of the screen held some sort of movie, playing idly in the background, along with sound readings and a few random notes here and there. He grumbles to himself, turning his attention back to his project. Slowly, he lifts it up. It seemed to be a vinyl, but definitly not an ordinary one. One that had irregular oumps, shapws, and ridges all over it, and a transparent look to it. She shifts it around in his hands for a moment, before he tosses it back into some sort of bag behind him, the vintl clattering as it met the same fate as his other failed projects. He shifts uncomfortably, hunching over his workbench with a groan. His screen display of a face flickers, along with his atenna flattening back against his head. Annoyance begins to build within him, and with a burst of sudden rage, he swings his arms across the surface, all the items atop it clattering to the ground loudly.