Heroic Sociopath
Gone forever.
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Tesla was in his darkened lab, directly behind the clock face, tinkering with his latest contraption by the dim light of a single bare lightbulb attached to the ceiling. He was finishing screwing in the last piece, when he heard his favorite pigeon, a white one, cooing from the window. He opened it, and in she flew, at which point he lovingly offered her some bird seed.