Max had the strangest dream a while back. Everywhere he went this 1930s radio followed him. It followed him to work, to school, to the stockyards, and back. It was an inescapable presence in his dream.
It turned out that Anna had placed her far too loud iPod shuffle next to Max -- endlessly looping an old V.A.S.T. album.
Luckily for us Max was inspired before any learned helplessness could block his already fuzzy logic. In a desperate attempt to redirect the radio noise in his dream, he stumbled across an idea for a wireless battery recharger which he just sold to Nokia for an undisclosed amount.
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