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Another Load of Description Also Known as My Room

 I twisted the door knob and entered my study. The repugnant smell of sweat and rotting apples slapped me in the face, reminding me to open the windows. 

A bare light bulb provided light in the night - when even if it was on, two other lamps were thankfully relied on to provide illumination. The slightly warped wooden windows were dotted with green fungi on the outside, its edges cloudy and cobwebbed. Swinging it open, I unleashed a deafening whine from its rusting brass hinges. 

A petite desk, at most 50 by 30 centimeters, sat in a corner, just by a door. Overwhelmed with stacks of laptops, masks and books, it shrouded its modernistic finish of glass, wood and dark metal. Hastily stuffed in its pigeon-holes were piles of bags and broken gadgets. A rarely used keychain, made of coarse plastic shaped in a honeycomb  with a name scratched on it by a 215-degree nozzle, held three keys, labelled “Random Cupboard 1”, “Random Cupboard 2”, and “Random Cupboard 3”. 

Two printers, both greasy and smothered with scratches and fingerprints, were propped on a desk. One of the printers was a humble Epson ET-4700, shoved to a corner, where it sat miserably throwing paper out in protest. The other one, however, was a proud Prusa, and it operated in three dimensions. Beside it were stacks of 3D printing filament, each of a different specification and colour. At its side, a gallery of shame showed off lightsabers with explosions at their ends, erupting plastic, frozen in its frenzied state; and a boat with its roof torn down by a 215-degree nozzle. 

My eyes finally fell to the centre of the room, where a desk, also taken over by gadgets, stood.  Nearly all of the gadgets were 3D Printed, and most were crudely made and unpolished. A pack of Haribos resided in the left corner, and beside it lay an apple’s core, which had been there since men were huddled in caves. Various assortments of eye drops lined the sides, and a small telescope, no bigger than a roll of sellotape - lay beside a rectangular composite of aluminium, gold, lithium batteries, plastic and organic matter - so that I could spy on my neighbours as required. In the centre, its 16” real estate dominating the desk, threatening to spill everything overboard, was my laptop. 


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