They felt puzzled. How could things develop so eccentrically? This was the person who helped Anderson by sacrificing his time and comfort to help the latter acquire the Time Machine so he could achieve his dreams of winning the science competition, yet. . . this?
Anderson was not the only one in a conundrum. The jigsaw puzzle that was unfolding left everyone dizzy.
“This can't be!” Anderson said over his breath.
“How did you all track me? And what d'you want?!”
“You bastard!” Anderson bellowed, slapping the man's face, impulsively.
The latter staggered back and almost fell. He quickly scurried into the room behind him, wanting to shut the door against them, but the strength of Anderson's push against the door in that level of agitation was extremely improbable in the way that goes with common sense, sending the older man to stagger backwards and fall heavily on the floor.
“You don't understand,
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Anderson, Harrison, Jocelyn and Enboe-21 returned back to the present. They found themselves, once again, seated on the Time Machine. Andy's eyes were red and anger-filled. Joce, being emotional herself, fell to the floor and began to cry furiously. Harrison also had a long face. They were all despondent. Enboe-21 went to the corner of Anderson's desktop computer and transformed into a camouflaged pillar. Anderson understood what love was, despite the fact that he wasn't good at showing it. However, this time, he did cry without wiping his face or getting up from the machine. Everyone were tied up to their own thoughts. They felt, each of them, that they should never have gone back to the past. Harrison suddenly broke the silence by getting up from his seat and picking up a bar that was not too far from his reach. “I swear I'm going to kill my dad!” He made reach for the door when Anderson stopped him with hi
Anderson, Harrison and Jocelyn stood there watching in surprise. They were not expecting to have been followed into such a region. They could not make sense out of the situation. Who would actually follow them? No one knew about their reasons for coming here in the first place. The only ones that were aware were the Creep Hunters, but those lads couldn't have possibly turned against their words to keeping this secret — especially not under such a short interval. By the time they resolved to chase after the anonymous, he was long gone in a bike. “I wonder who you are,” said Anderson under his breath, after they'd tried chasing to the main road. What was left with the pursued was just the glimpse of a silhouette. “Forget it, Andy,” said Jocelyn. “Let's go back home.” Anderson nodded. They had had a very long day. After school they'd gone into Time
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“Welcome to Stage 1, the Laser Test. This room is bulletproof, laserproof, soundproof — you name it. This is where you'd learn, through practice, how to use a gun. And not just any gun, a laser. Take those buds and tuck 'em in your ears. . . Put on these handgloves and that goggle. Remember not to let your emotions get the better of you, or you just might lose it all; and by ‘it’, I mean your life. “There's one law you should have when handling a gun. And that's ‘one shot’ — not two or three — for every single target. Your eyes and hands should work together, in unison, simultaneously. You do not use the thing inside your chest, but the thing inside your head. Got it?” “Got it!” Nodding, the former said, “Now, watch carefully as I demonstrate.” He reached for a laser, positioned and balanced his hands, aiming at the human-sized puppet opposite them. The way
“Karen and Kaycie, as you both know, the reason I called you both here is because the competition is already by the corner. I'm sorry I've been unable to upgrade your system units. Still, there's nothing more I can do.” Sighing, Jake shook his head. No matter how well he tries to get the QED, it only ends up futile. Now, he was left with nothing but these robots. Although in the presence of others, they may look very impressive, in truth, they really weren't satisfactory and could not be placed side to side with real cyborgs. “I've been keeping tabs on Anderson, and it seems he has already gone off to Portsmouth in advance. He's trying to be upfront, but we must take the leading arm.” Jake was seated with his legs crossed on a table. To no one in particular, he began to say, “The Greatest Scientist of the Age has prerequisites to eligibility. A personal AI inventory, and knowledge necessary to pass the brain te