His eyes, senile and wise, they hid behind his eyelids drooping. Sitting just on the edge of the chair, cared for their inventions as well as neglecting their appearance. He was a typical retired teacher, lost in insoluble enigmas. Of his hands slipped his latest contraption, a cross between jellyfish and sponge, crossed by connections and cables. He had created to replace his brain, suffering from a bad memory crumbled. In his hands he held his wit, but could not remember what it was.
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