Aaanndd done. Mikael set down his tools as the repaired gun chirped in the joy of being once again in good shape. Mikael looked down at the weapon on his workbench with a feeling of satisfaction. It was a feeling he rarely got nowadays since he hadn't had to work with something as interesting as this in a long while. Most things he had to work on during the day were too easy to be that interesting. Like hover-drones. Or hydrogen engines. Darnit, it's like every single day someone brings in another flipping engine that needs fixing. You'd have thought that the engineers working on those things would have figured out how to remove the oxide buildup automatically by now. But enough complaining. 

He picked up the gun carefully. [i]'Shhhhhhh, be quiet now little one.'[/i] Mikael whispered to the gun, even as it filled his mind with excited chirps and clicks like an overjoyed puppy. [i]'It is time to go to sleep.'[/i] Patiently, he stroked the circuitry of the gun to calm it down, and bit by bit the beeping and clicking in his mind slowed down to a silent halt and the lights on the gun faded to black. [i]'Goodnight.'[/i] Mikael whispered and he set the gun inside one of the garage's empty security lockers. The locker door closed slowly, the locking mechanism barely audible. [i]'Keep her safe, would you please?'[/i] Mikael said to the locker, and the dimly glowing panel on front blinked twice to say yes. He smiled, and as he left the garage and went up into the house the garage lights clicked off on their own.

He passed through the house, said good night to his parents and his sister, promised not to stay up too late and went up into his room. As he entered the room he turned on the lights and was instantly greeted by a robot cat who rubbed up against Mikael's ankles. Script was its name. He was one of the projects that Mikael actually finished, and he was quite proud of it. Besides the whole "being a robot" thing, Script was basically the same as any cat, if that cat didn't need to eat and chased viruses on the computer rather than rats and birds. Mikael reached down to pet it, and the pet received it with a content purr. Once he was done playing with Script, Mikael pulled the chair out of his desk and started writing plans and ideas down in his journal. The gun gave him a whole bunch of ideas that he wanted to try out, and he'll probably be up 'til 5 toying with them.