The Heart Of Ace

Chapter 48

"Our baby, Dave. Our baby. I cannot... Not anymore. We should give up. We are not meant to be."

"Please, don't say it. After all we have been through, why go through all these hurdles if we were going to stop fighting."

"But look at us. I feel like dying. He wants me to..."

"You have me. I will fight for us."

I hugged Liz close. She was close to crying.

No, she stared crying.

Our robot baby took four steps, we were happy, so so so happy but then he lost his footing and he started leaning to right side and toppled over. He was now on his back, his little legs and toes wiggling, trying to get back on his feet.

It was heart breaking.

It was hard especially with our good-for-nothing narcissistic prof wanted us to drop this project and take on other 'simple and easy' one.

Everyone who loved him were blind. Dr. Williams never wanted his students to be above him ever.

He always gave more grade than we deserved on projects and seminars. Mostly because he was jealous of many of the students in his class, including Liz. He never let us fight, he never wanted the students to reach the potential we could be. His classes were mediocre and his class tests were so easy for students of our IQ.

The project date was nowhere close to submission but three quarter of the class had already got their project graded.

He had started to pick on Liz recently and she was struggling real hard.

Our robot baby was a cuboidal beauty with small cylindrical feet and spherical spring head. He had these long spring hands too. So adorable.

But he had his feet up and his toes...

Wait.

"Liz, the problem is not from your side." I closely examined the movement of his little toes and checked my code. Why the hell was he rotating his toes every 50 seconds? That was why he toppled over.

"Babe, why don't you get your other work done? I think the issue is with my programming."

"But you are perfect. Might be my mistake."

"Nope, I am not perfect. I just have patience. I am gonna stay here."

"I will do some stuff here."

"No, love, go." I kissed her forehead. "Bring some LEDs to my room. I think I got an idea."

"Get out." Dr. Ahmed shouted. He was back from his classes.

I groaned. "Come on, Dr. A. I am this close."

"Yes, I am this close to losing my sh...shtuff too." He amended seeing Liz near the door putting on her shoes. "And I asked you to stop calling me Dr. A." He had been trying since last semester.

"2 more hours." I begged.

"Kid, I have better things to do than babysitting you."

"Like what?"

"What what?" He went through his schedule.

"What better things to do than babysitting?"

He glared. "Like taking a nap. I always wake up from nightmares of seeing booger-heads like you. I do not want to see one right after I wake up."

I was not backing down. I got this.

"Go, take rest kid. You are not getting it done in a million years because you are stupid."

That 'stupid' got me.

Dr. A called me all kinds of names before; lazy, beginner, nuisance when he felt extremely loving, yapping puppy when he was tired; booger-head was his way of addressing all students, not just me. But never stupid.

Never ever stupid.

So it was not a mistake and definitely not something I did not know. I was overlooking something. But what? I glared at my robot which resembled a turtle on its back.

"You are distracted. Go get some sleep. Why did I choose teaching? Why??!!!"

There was something I ...

"GET OUT!!!" I jumped and bent to take the robot. I was planning to take him with me to the dorms.

"Leave your baby alone. You need rest. Better yet kill that idiot who is bothering you. I could lend you some bombs."

I laughed.

When the terrorist attacks happened many Muslim students where targeted to hate comments and crimes. Even a reputed teacher like Dr. Mehboob Ahmed Khan had to 'prove' that he was not using his intelligence to make 'bombs'.

He took it on stride claiming he would rather take time to prove himself innocent than give the real mass-murderers a chance to escape.

But he now threatened the trouble-making students about having bombs in his basement.

There were only destroyed computers and floppy discs. We searched.

We meant I.

"No, Sir. You just teach him. He will hang himself."

I closed the door just in time to save myself from an incoming missile aka his diary.

That thing hurt. Like real hurt.

I did not know what troubled me. The fact that Dr. A noticed about someone distracting me or my proving him right by acknowledging it.

So, I left the topic all together.

Ding.

I am coming to get you. I am going to spank that ass for worrying me.

Goosebumps erupted all over my body.

Then came the anger.

Was it too late to go back and ask Dr. A to make me a bomb?

I remembered his diary and decided to walk to the dorms.

I would deal with Robbie later.