Journal entry N°16- Don's journal:
A techy's rant.
Technology and I are inseparable; I knew that the moment I successfully repaired a small radio with the first toolbox Sensei got me for my birthday at the age of seven.
I know, I know, that's not normal at all.
Most kids at that age are still playing with toy cars or Barbie's while watching SpongeBob SquarePants but let's face it: a talking mutated turtle kid is not exactly normal.
In a way I have to thank Master Splinter; he noticed my 'special gift' and brought me toys that needed a quick fix so I could practice, you know, nothing too dangerous for me to handle… although I did get my hands on electrical stuff every now and then.
What can I say, I was a curious kid.
As I got older, my love and fascination with technology grew stronger and stronger: I went from repairing pocket radios to repairing televisions and stereos; from radio controlled cars to discarded Game Boy's; from beside lamps to the lair's entire electrical system. And I was just twelve.
I'm not trying to brag or anything.
Ok, maybe a little.
By the time I turned fifteen I had a few inventions of my own; I've worked on so many projects I had to make a list just to remember them and this is just with regular, in development Earth tech! Don't even get me started on Utrom, Triceraton and future tech.
Ok, you'd think that after this résumé of my marvelous tech skills… (Geez, I sound like Stockman)… I wouldn't have any problem with technology at all, right?
Wrong!
There's one small, annoying, devilish, silver piece of metal has became my most hated enemy and it's the cause of 45% of my nervous breakdowns.
The other 55% is thanks to my brothers and our enemies.
When my brothers managed to destroy it the first time, I thought it'd be pretty easy to rebuild but after a few failures and burnt fingertips I finally did it: I had repaired it.
It was working well for a couple of hours… and then Raph impaled it with his sai.
The term fratricide is not one I use on a daily basis but at the sight of the poor thing destroyed by my feet that word just popped into my thoughts in big, bold red letters.
Now, I consider myself a very patient guy- almost as much as Master Splinter- the only difference between Sensei and me is our reactions when we reach our breaking point.
He's firm yet calm; reprimanding yet understanding.
Me? I turn into The Hulk.
No, seriously! I do!
I think the creators of Bruce Banner must have built a time machine, went into the future to study future me and his reactions then they came back and boom! Introducing: The Hulk!
I think I don't have to explain more, I made my point already: I have a horrible temper when I'm pissed off.
Why am I saying this, you ask?
Well, as time passed, we continued clashing with those little devils and while I kept collecting and repairing them my brothers kept destroying them! They knew I had projects to work on, they knew I had a tight schedule and I didn't have time for small shenanigans but they always managed to find a new way to destroy the damn thing!
God dammit, I just don't get it! We've made a lot of technological progress, research and such… but we can't find a way to make this thing indestructible!
But then again, even if that happened someday my brothers would find a way to destroy it anyway.
Oh well… a turtle can dream, I guess.
A turtle can dream.
End of Journal entry N°16
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Don's wish is for humans to make sturdier toasters. *sighs*