The machine struggled. It huffed and puffed and blew out steam, and with one final movement: it collapsed into the hands of the inventor. Marcilyn paused with a look of grief. She huffed with dislike, continuing to tinker with it's mechanics. The machine lit up again for a brief moment, pouring water into the cup. For a moment, Marcilyn's eyes brightened, until the machine blew off into a final blow of steam, falling forward into it's side like a lopsided umbrella. The water sprayed everywhere, the desk drenched with tea. Marcilyn pulled the machine apart, a long winded sigh errupting from her lips.
It was ruined.
It was gone.
Her machine, the 1,000 dollar invention for her customer, done for! She desperately tried to piece the gears together again, and yanked the switch to make it work. The little bugger turned on, then turned off again. The air smelled like a mixture of oil and steam. The place stunk up quickly from the smell of melting metal. If anything, her client needed t