It is written that the great machine, forged in the depths of the coffee shop, shall stir once more. Its metal heart shall beat with the rhythm of the grind, its gears shall turn with the precision of the crema, and its brew shall be the envy of all who taste it.

But what of the prophets who spoke of its downfall? Who foretold the machine's great crash, its gears locked in an eternal cycle of burnt beans and bitter disappointment? We shall not speak of them here, for the truth of the prophecy is clear: the Great Coffee Machine shall rise again, and all shall be made right with its steaming brew.

But wait, what's this? A shadow on the horizon? The Great Coffee Machine's nemesis, the Insufficiently-Funded University, shall not stand idly by as the prophecy unfolds.