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November 4, 2025:

Nightshade Tertiary, Fathom, Crackle.

After collapsing dramatically next to the bin yesterday, Servo is back on its feet – thanks to Lyndon Bush and his trusty wrench at sunrise. Nothing says “good morning” in the Bush household like kneeling on the pavement to restore your robot child’s dignity.

📬 Another day, another plaque.

Lyndon Bush just received yet another award for his “devotion to the science hobby” – and at this point, even he’s lost count. The Hobby Council keeps acting like it’s a surprise. It’s not.

We’re talking about the man who has a Servo, alien twins, a radioactive chrysanthemum garden, and something in the garage that occasionally hums ominously. Of course he’s enthusiastic. He is the science.

⚡🌼 It’s alive. It’s alive!

Lyndon Bush has officially defied the laws of nature – again. With lightning crackling, wolves howling, and his assistant Grivella hauling high-voltage cables across the lab, Lyndon attempted to reanimate the dead. And succeeded.

Well… sort of.

Instead of reviving a lifeform, the energy surge hit a withered patch of chrysanthemums. The result? Glowing, lush, perfectly pulsating blooms – resurrected from crispy oblivion. His garden is thriving. The world is (probably) safe. And the Reanimatron 2000 (aka “Ronnie”) has earned Lyndon a cool §25,000 patent.

♟️🧠 New room, same rivalry.

Now that Lyra and Elio have their own space upstairs, you’d think things might settle down a little in the Bush household. Spoiler: they haven’t.

The twins are still going head-to-head daily – not with lasers or music this time, but over the chessboard. No mercy, no distractions, just pure alien sibling competition. (Well… and a few strategic distractions from Lyra. That chess clock never stood a chance.)

🤖🐾 Update from the Bush household: while everyone was focused on roof beams and rearranged bedrooms, Servo adopted a kitten. Meet Bonkers – tiny, fearless, and already causing minor havoc in the garage.

Servo claims it’s part of an “emotional stability initiative.” Lyndon suspects it’s a midlife crisis. Lyra and Elio are just thrilled someone else is getting yelled at for knocking over test tubes.

🏗️✨ Big news from the Bush household – construction complete, and the results are game-changing!

The upstairs extension is officially finished – not a fancy observatory or servo lair, but something even more essential: a proper bedroom for Lyra and Elio. That’s right – the alien twins have been relocated upstairs, giving them their own space at last.

Why? So Lyndon could finally expand the living room downstairs. Priorities, people.

Now there’s room to breathe, think, argue, and maybe even host guests without someone tripping over a xylophone or Servo’s emotional reboot station. The garage lab stays untouched – glowing, humming, and ever so slightly threatening.

@sims-for-semi: i do feel like that sometimes

Servo: "Same. One minute you’re defragging your emotional subroutines, the next you’re face-down on the pavement outside a bin wondering if your existence is just a corrupted .dll.