Apparently there’s been a curse on the DNA lounge these past fifteen years. The curse stipulates that anyone commissioned to make a sign for the DNA disappears under mysterious circumstances, rescinds on the offer, or becomes a gigantic douchebag. Jabs against my character aside I believe I have broken this curse for… BEHOLD!
We made one negative sign (a sheet with letters cut out) and one positive (what you see here.) This means I got two signs out of one cutting procedure. This is all part of a clever scheme of mine to do less work for more money at all times.
Since the plasma cutter is a bit of a wonky invention we welded the sign down to the bed to keep it from bending due to the heat of cutting. We actually had a sheet of plywood on the cutting table to kneel on and adjust the head to keep it from crashing up into the warping metal and welding itself in place.
Solving Machines 