Feast your eyes on the Univac 494 Interocitor, assembled by instructions from the planet Metaluna; the blond, judging from her head, is Metalunese technical support.

While she gets instructions from the homeworld - the connection has been horrible lately, what with the war - her clients go about their jobs. The woman in the foreground is practicing that confounding "return-F1" key combination. The man on the right
spends his entire day looking at a row of lights, waiting for something to flash. If you snuck up behind him and popped a blown-up paper bag he'd probably stroke out on the spot. He's still thinking about that exchange on Dragnet last Saturday; that was so cool.