Multiple people, multiple ways

Stenny's music and tops bond (9)

"Dad! Kenny's over!" Stan yells.

Randy is passed out on the sofa.

"Oh okay. My room?" Stan asks.

I nod, starring at Randy as long as I can.

"Is he breathing?" I ask.

"No worry, this is a normal day. He'll be up by four, cleaning up before everyone else comes home," Stan says.

I close Stan's rooms door, finding quite a mess.

"Make yourself at home," he says.

"Didn't bother to clean?" I ask.

"Why would I? I find everything just fine," he says.

I take the book closest to me.

"Stan. I didn't know science fiction was your thing," I say.

"It's not. I do like fantasy as well. I just like the idea that some of this would be a reality someday. For example, robots that can learn from it's surroundings and adapt to a person. It would be amazing to see something like that," Stan says.

"We'll not be alive for that," I say.

Well. I might be, but that wouldn't come off weird at all, saying something like that.

"We're closer than you think. It's fascinating, how far we might get in 20 years. Imagine! We're here in such a short while, 20 years could offer so much. Then possibly 50, oh boy, then it'd become amazing," Stan says.

His eyes are actually shining. Well, the subject is cool, but I don't think I know enough to say anything about it.

"I mean, it would be amazing. Imagine being able to commit to that research! Your life work would be remembered for many many years," Stan says.

I put the Science Fiction book down before picking up an another book.

"Hey. You're trying to learn math?" I ask.

"Yeah. Kyle tried to help me yesterday as well, to be honest, i'm doing pretty well," Stan says.

I put that book down as well.

"Can I look around a little?" I ask.

"Sure. You already did, but like I said, make yourself at home," Stan says.

I look at his work desk.

"You write as well?" I ask.

"Yup, it's fun," Stan says.

"What is it about?" I ask, showing him a paper full of notes.

"That one? Personal. It's... I'm trying to plan something. It's not a story. Would you put it down?" Stan asks.

I nod, putting it next to the other papers.

"Are the rest personal?" I ask.

"No," Stan says.

"What is it about?" I ask, reading a little.

"It's about these three people that all are friends. They start investigating this one crime, but the funny thing is, they live in different countries. So, they're trying to figure it out via Skype and other chats," Stan says.

"Oh, that's really cool. I mean, crime stories aren't really original but that concept is," I say.

"Thanks," Stan says.

I take a hold of a paper labelled 'I gotta remember these songs.'

"You seem to listen to some pretty weird music. Stenny? Is that a singer?" I ask.