What do you call that many Sparks in one place? A Convention, I suppose. The problem was, it was a Friday Night, and I traditionally abstain from such "Mad Scientist" activities on Shabbat.
But what if a life must be saved? That little voice asked. Something could explode.
Or they could develop a cure for...
So I showed up, near the end, long enough to contribute moral support to the Intuitive Inventors of the world!
Meanwhile a certain Demon was at a gathering of his species looking for prize money. He turned his attentions offworld for a few minutes and the Hostess decided to call it off early, distibuting the prize equally to all present.
Excuse me while I gloat.