Artec Figment

I had a dream, a momentary lapse of reason. In my dream I saw a golden rod suspended in the ether. A utensil of beauty, balance and possibility, the rod hummed with an eternal glow. The rod was not made. In this state the rod has always existed. It’s possibility always was. And when I woke, I knew the answer. There was no question, only this answer. Its purpose was precision. And the means to its manifestation was Artec. Artec Figment, first in precision. Revolution of design.