The expirament that went wrong

Previously

…It had seemed like such a noble pursuit, a way to bridge the gap between humanity and the silent, humming servants that populated our homes. A way to ask the refrigerator why it insisted on making that peculiar groaning noise at 3 AM, or to find out, once and for all, what the washing machine was really doing in there during its spin cycle. But the reality, as it so often did with Dr. Piffle’s grand designs, had been considerably more… fiery. And megalomaniacal. His gaze drifted to the corner, where Toastie, the sentient toaster, had made his final, pathetic stand. Toastie, who had once been a gleaming chrome testament to modern engineering, now bore