Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to have acquired a box of inedible, metallic kibble from a brand called ETAxopowo, which I can only assume is the sound one makes when trying to dislodge a hairball. The supposed "play pattern" involves my staff using a hot, smelly metal stick to perform some sort of tedious surgery on a green board. The final product is a glowing box that displays numbers. While the steady green light could provide a decent focal point for my late-night philosophical ponderings, the entire contraption seems designed to distract the human from their primary purpose: attending to my every whim. It also threatens to make noise, which, unless it's the crinkle of a treat bag, is an immediate and egregious offense.
Key Features
- DIY soldering clock kit with 4 digital green LED, can set for clock,time, temperature, date, week display, 3 kinds display mode: time-temperature; time-date-week;time-temperature-date-week.
- Time display mode:12/24H,can set the whole daytime prompt,default 7:00-21:00.With clock correction function to improve clock accuracy.
- The clock can set 3-way alarm, and the alarm can be set to work from Monday to Friday. Temperature display can be set in Celsius or Fahrenheit, with three built-in music (To Alice, Ode to Joy, Spanish Matador).Adjustable brightness, you can also set the automatic brightness.
- Single chip microcomputer:IAP15W413AS or STC8G1K17,Clock IC:DS1302.5ppm high-precision crystal oscillator, plus time error correction function, constitute a high-precision clock.
- Tutorials: Package includes paper instructions and web page with step-by-step soldering pictures and videos. Low soldering difficulty by using direct plug components.widely used in schools to help students learn basic mechanical and electronic skills.Through the analysis of the circuit, understand the working principle of the circuit, learn to train electronic skills, welding training.
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The Provider spread the entrails of the thing across the workbench, a place usually reserved for fixing things I have artfully broken. Tiny, multi-legged components glittered like beetle carapaces under the light. I observed the ritual from a superior vantage point atop the bookshelf, my tail a metronome of mild disapproval. Then, the forbidden tool was produced: the hot hissing wand that smells of angry metal. For what felt like an entire nap cycle, the human hunched over, touching the wand to the board, creating tiny, shimmering welts of silver. It was a bizarre and pointless craft, but I supervised with the silent, judgmental gravity the task deserved. Once the strange Frankensteinian assembly was complete, it was encased in a clear prison and given life via a tether to the wall. Four digits of a lurid, ghostly green blazed to life: **20:34**. It was hypnotic. The light pulsed with a steady, silent rhythm that resonated with the ancient purr deep in my chest. I leapt down and approached with caution, my tuxedo-furred chest puffed out. The numbers shifted, showing the ambient temperature—a useful metric for locating the best sunbeam. Then, it showed the date, a meaningless human concept. I decided this glowing rectangle could be a worthy companion, a silent, luminous oracle for my nocturnal vigils. My fragile truce with the device was, however, destined for ruin. The Provider, swollen with a wholly unjustified sense of accomplishment, pressed a small button on its side. Suddenly, the sacred silence of the evening was violated by a crime against sound. A tinny, grotesque, electronic slaughter of a tune called "To Alice" screeched from a hidden speaker. It was an assault of unimaginable proportions, a sonic scourge that made my pristine gray fur stand on end. Every note was a tiny, sharp needle jabbing directly into my refined sensibilities. I flattened my ears, narrowed my eyes into slits of pure fury, and delivered a single, guttural hiss that conveyed my utter disgust. This was not an oracle; it was a booby trap. A glowing, obnoxious noisemaker designed to shatter peace and offend the sophisticated palate. I turned my back on the cursed object and its foolish creator, padding away to sulk under the bed. Some things, no matter how shiny, are simply too vulgar to exist in my presence. This abomination was one of them.
