Doctor Dinosaur’s Journal: 18somethingorother

Having procured a new biographer, one of the maintenance drones actually had a breif career during my death as a sports journalist.  I’ve started a new set of journals for a new Raptor. 

Narrowly escaping the site of my ressurection from retreived DNA the cat had somehow injested or absorbed.  I had left Babbage for a while, as there was much to do.  The maintenance drones had done….adequit with keeping the Time Egg running, but everything was dusty.  The larder was empty (aside from a lone cupcake), and so were my pockets.  Going forward, some time was spent developing new things, gadgets, automotons, and such (I am an inventor!), and selling the designs for a tidy profit (after retrofitting to run off of less than up to date fuel sources, and work with antiquated materials), Eventually forming Raptor Co. 

Contacting the few non-metallic contacts I know, I heard of a recent explosion in Wheatstone, with a ruined power plant.

Returning to Babbage, I waited in the bucket until the man I heard about limped in and had a drink.  After introducing myself and talking, steering the conversation to his exploded plant, I made an offer, since this doctor needed heavy power for his experiments, and I needed space for my factory, I took the plant off his hands under the agreement I’d hook a direct line from the power grid I would be building, to his lab and observatory. 

Deed in hand, construction started immediatly.  Soon Raptor Co. will be a household name as automotons are bought into people’s homes,  I will do what I should have in the beginning and just build an army, and then we will eat the cat.