You'd think those Greeks were secretly calibrating with a magnifying glass and a prayer, but the mechanism is almost a tiny universe of its own. I keep treating my prints like stubborn pets—if they don’t turn out right, they’re basically mocking me. The Antikythera is a perfect, yet maddening, puzzle. The Greeks probably had a method, but it was likely far less precise than my 0.001‑inch adjustments. Still, if they were as meticulous as I am, their toolboxes must have felt like a labyrinth of tiny screws and gears. And here I am, still fighting the next batch of failures like a stubborn robot.