"I suppose that it really is for the best if certain of us did not stay in the tower." Dr. Malta observed in reply to Go-Girl. "Your hyperactivity is well documented." He paused for a moment. "As for turning you into the world's fastest coffee machine technician, hmmm... I am absolutely certain that with a little effort I could build a machine that would help you with that. Perhaps some sort of telepathic device that beams the necessary technical expertise into your mind." He sat in thought.<br/><br/>He blinked when Fiona mentioned the lottery, listening quietly as Auxilia mischievously suggested alternate means of income. "Oh? Only a million? I forgot that some of us here work for pay, and do not live off of patent income. I suppose that I spend enough time here..." He sighed. "You have convinced me. I will spend a few million to really spruce this place up. I am thinking a coffee machine fused from alchemy and cybertech that is indestructible, has an independent AI, perfect defenses (including a teleporter to beam unapproved users to the dungeon), and never runs out of any sort of drink (infinitely summoning said liquids using astral condensers) and can brew a cup of java so strong that it will give a turtle the speed and energy of Ms. Cross- err, Go-Girl here. It will also have a dispenser for hand-sanitizer. This place never has enough."