Good morning Genessia! Today you get the visage of one Amelia Inglebert on your screen, goggles, hat and everything. She tips her hat up with a gloved finger and grins at the screen.
"Hey Genessia! I'm done sitting around," She says, "So it's time to put me to work!"
The video proceeds with her walking through her kitchen, which seems to have been drastically altered. Along the ceiling there seems to be several constructed rails upon which mechanical arms move about with great precision. There are also several machines, all automated, working at once. If someone watches closely enough, they'd see each.
The first seemed to be a machine with two rotating parts - one to deposit a coffee bean onto a heavy metal press, and one to scrape off the crushed grindings of that bean after the metal press finished smashing it into fine coffee grounds. It was all collected to be used in your standard coffee machine - fresh ground, yum!
"Back in Ironhart, I was something of a girl genius. Then I got dumped in this place and didn't know up from down. But I've spent every day since I got here tearing everything apart and learning what makes it work, so now? Now I'm right back where I ought to be," The girl explains.
There're robotic arms in the background. One with a simple claw hand, two prong, with suction cups on it. That hand would snatch an egg from a row of them placed delicately upon rubbery stoppers. Then it moves that egg above a frying pan, and rotates it while cracking it open with a laser before pulling the shell apart and frying eggs on the pan.
"Broken refrigerator? I can fix that. Busted TV? I'll have you watching your soaps in no time. Heater's shot? Don't worry about it! I can do air conditioners too," The girl continues her pitch, "Light fixture on the fritz? I can de-fritz that!"
There seems to be some big, fat, and of course automatic nozzle plopping pancake mix onto a flat-top grill. And a well-timed system has a singular metal limb seemingly built into the counter, armed with a spatula, flipping them. To say nothing of yet another arm shaking a frying pan of bacon to make sure it doesn't get stuck.
By the time the girl sits down, her breakfast is plated, and riding along her home-built rail-system right to her spot at her kitchen table. It's placed before her, and she grins, raising a hand so the robot-hand that brought it could even give her a high-five before she's also handed her coffee just the way she likes it - black as night.
"I'm Amelia Inglebert. You can call me Ms. Fix-It if you want, but I really prefer my name," She says with a smile, "I also don't do windows. Just give me a call, and I'll un-bust your busted stuff!"
"Hey Genessia! I'm done sitting around," She says, "So it's time to put me to work!"
The video proceeds with her walking through her kitchen, which seems to have been drastically altered. Along the ceiling there seems to be several constructed rails upon which mechanical arms move about with great precision. There are also several machines, all automated, working at once. If someone watches closely enough, they'd see each.
The first seemed to be a machine with two rotating parts - one to deposit a coffee bean onto a heavy metal press, and one to scrape off the crushed grindings of that bean after the metal press finished smashing it into fine coffee grounds. It was all collected to be used in your standard coffee machine - fresh ground, yum!
"Back in Ironhart, I was something of a girl genius. Then I got dumped in this place and didn't know up from down. But I've spent every day since I got here tearing everything apart and learning what makes it work, so now? Now I'm right back where I ought to be," The girl explains.
There're robotic arms in the background. One with a simple claw hand, two prong, with suction cups on it. That hand would snatch an egg from a row of them placed delicately upon rubbery stoppers. Then it moves that egg above a frying pan, and rotates it while cracking it open with a laser before pulling the shell apart and frying eggs on the pan.
"Broken refrigerator? I can fix that. Busted TV? I'll have you watching your soaps in no time. Heater's shot? Don't worry about it! I can do air conditioners too," The girl continues her pitch, "Light fixture on the fritz? I can de-fritz that!"
There seems to be some big, fat, and of course automatic nozzle plopping pancake mix onto a flat-top grill. And a well-timed system has a singular metal limb seemingly built into the counter, armed with a spatula, flipping them. To say nothing of yet another arm shaking a frying pan of bacon to make sure it doesn't get stuck.
By the time the girl sits down, her breakfast is plated, and riding along her home-built rail-system right to her spot at her kitchen table. It's placed before her, and she grins, raising a hand so the robot-hand that brought it could even give her a high-five before she's also handed her coffee just the way she likes it - black as night.
"I'm Amelia Inglebert. You can call me Ms. Fix-It if you want, but I really prefer my name," She says with a smile, "I also don't do windows. Just give me a call, and I'll un-bust your busted stuff!"
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