Joshua Cave, in a fit of boredom, paced the quiet mansion like a caged beast. For want of anything better, he walked to the art room to play with the collection again. He flitted from item to item, fondling a mechanism, admiring the efficient curves of the smaller pieces, listening to the crisp sounds of the actions.
He had done this countless times before but at each visit, his dissatisfaction grew. He loved his collection, but the art was lifeless and sterile. None of the pieces had ever fulfilled its purpose. Until they'd been used, they were incomplete and would not truly be art. Joshua looked over his polished treasures; the Kalashnikovs and Uzis, the AR15s, MAC90s and AK47s, the flame throwers and hand-held rocket launchers. Yes. He had to see them come alive.