They're bumping along one day, doing what they do, and some mundane object crosses them for the last time. This or that particular doo-dad never works as well as it should, or breaks too easily, or gets misplaced once too often, and it occurs to them: Hey, I could fix that--and not just for myself, for today or for the next couple of weeks or months, but for the rest of my natural life and possibly those of my descendants for the foreseeable future of the species. [via Make]
Note: My internet has been out for a few weeks, so come Sunday (when the repairman arrives!) there will be a land-slide of posts.
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