It was getting late, and the street lights flickered around while someone coughed in the distance. The wind howled while people were trying to get to their homes. Little drops of water started appearing on the glass windows, followed by gentle tapping. A certain man was sitting in a lit room, holding what looked to be a soldering iron.
His hair was slightly unkempt, and you could see a reflection of some kind of schematic coming off the glasses he was wearing. He was glancing between this schematic and the circuit board that was on the table.
"I need to replace these capacitors; not sure which one is the faulty one, so I'll just replace all of them."
The man gave out a sigh while slowly getting his tools ready. He was glancing at the circuit board with the help of a microscope, the tiny metallic parts hard to spot with the naked eye.
"That bastard made me work overtime again"
