"Son, what are you doing here so early?" My Father asks. Annoyed. "This is the fifth time you have quit your job."
"I didn't quit. I just ... went home to rest."
"Why? Is it because taking orders from strangers is too hard for you?" Now he says. Angrily.
"Ugh, here you go again. You know that I don't like doing this stuff. I want to watch the stars, experiment, create, explode, analyse, observe, you know, what scientists and inventors do."
"Well, that's too bad! You're stuck here with me. My house, my rules. Now, go back and maybe you can still get that job back."
"Ugh, fine." As I'm about to leave, my father says, "If you really want to do those things, give me a reason to support you, okay?" I leave.
I DO know that he understands, but he's a doctor, he has a lot of money to support me.
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"That's good, son. Now, try moving." My father says after making sure the camera's recording.
Sit up and wiggle arms.
I do it. Well, not me. The suit does it for me. It's like it only does what I want it to do in thought.
"Can't you do anything better than that?" My father asks disappointed.
Better? Fine. Teleport to his back and slap his head.
*insert teleporting sound*
I can't believe I just did that. Not the slapping. The teleporting.
"How. Did. You."
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Matthew
Science FictionMatthew, a scientist who got caught in a fatal accident and survived. He is now living his life as a normal person. Or is he?
