Friday 30 March 2018

The Average Day

Morning saw Toshiyuki working on some inventions - after all he was aiming to create a time-machine before his time was up on this world. There were really only two major inventions that were important enough to create in inventing. Of the big inventions, he's already created the Floor Hygienator, the Harvester and the Miner. Technically, he was going to leave out the sim-bot because well, who needed another "being" in the house, so he only really had one that he had to finish off, the time-machine.

If one looked at it honestly, Haruo was pretty much a domestic sim, who cooked and fixed up broken things in the house when he wasn't painting and making money to keep the roof over the family's head. And Haruo didn't mind that at all. It meant that they had a normal existence and one that would allow them to remain secure, safe and well-fed.

The rest of the sims did their own thing, and River went out and earned the bulk of the money with selling off her paintings one by one. She rarely had to do much in terms of adding new paintings to her inventory, because every painting sold for northwards of §35,000 when it was a commissioned sale.

Of course, it didn't help that every night, a paparazzi would come on their lot and end up with their rear-end on fire. It wasn't like the Chikamoris needed yet another ambulatory torch. Perhaps some "Private Property - Keep Out" signs would work better?

Toshiyuki did yet more inventing in the morning, after researching some more ideas about time, primarily Novikov's Self-Consistency Theory and Quantum Mechanics. You know, stuff that would make one's brains hurt. He was certainly doing his best to try to create a time-machine. Of course one also had to give their brain a bit of a rest so that it could figure out the new information that one had put into it.

Haruo went ahead and did some fishing, presumeably because he wanted to make some grilled salmon that night.

Toshiyuki enjoyed the repast...very much as did Yasunobu and Fiona.

Toshiyuki needed to create that new time-machine decided to go and blow up Grady's yet again. Grady must be getting really tired of that.

OK...both Grady's dumps...

Well, I'm sure he got enough scrap to invent something.

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