Putzing around (open) - Marvin's Haven

Marvin sat back in his chair, staring at the three monitors displayed on his desktop, before completely powering down the computers, unplugging them, and every other non analog device in the room.

Technomancers.  He fucking hated them.  

Putting pen to paper he started sketching out the designs for a security system he knew he couldn't keep the fucking Nosferatu out of, but would at least give him a proper security monitoring system in his haven.