I took out the little kit of electricians' tools I carried, tipped the
typewriter on its back and began sorting out leads. I cut them free
from the keyboard, soldered on a ground wire, and began taping the
leads to the strands of a yard of forty-ply multiplex cable.
It was a slow and dull job. I didn't have to worry about which
solenoid lead went to which strand--Arthur could sort them out. But
all the same it took an hour, pretty near, and I was getting hungry by
the time I got the last connection taped. I shifted the typewriter so
that both Arthur and I could see it, rolled in a sheet of paper and
hooked the cable to Arthur's receptors.
Nothing happened.
"Oh," I said. "Excuse me, Arthur. I forgot to plug it in."
I found a wall socket. The typewriter began to hum and then it started
to rattle and type: