Techno Logic

Chapter 2: Unexpected First Impressions

I followed Mr. James as he led me through the classroom, in a quick tour. I watched in awe as the students around me huddled over their projects. They seemed to be deep in their work to notice that I'd even walked by. I sighed and continued following the teacher. It looked as though I was going to go through another school year, completely unseen.

It troubled me, though. To watch everyone work on their projects. To see that they had to learn something so complex, while it came second hand to others. To know that they weren't gifted with the same understanding of Technology.

Like me. Like my mother.

I grinned, thinking about how much I get to build within this classroom. It would become a great way to pass time for me. I knew how much the other classes would rag on. But robotics and Technology were the things I knew best. I would like to keep it that way.

I looked at the ceiling only to find light blue and white spot lights. They covered the room with a metallic glow, which seemed to give robotics more of a wonderous effect. However, the peices of rusted scraps dimmed it down. I wondered if anyone had ever tried to use the old scraps before. Were they too dangerous?

The walls, on the other hand, didn't seem particularly lif threatening. Posters, tools, and clumps of metal hung sporatically around the room. I turned in a three sixty to examine the room further. It was the same all the way around. Shrugging, I continued my tour.

We passed by a table where a project lay on the surface, untouched. Dust had claimed its place over the nuts and bolts. Though it looked as if the machine were new. Why would someone leave it behind? Perhaps it was no longer of value.

Mr. James suddemly clicked a switch on a nearby wall. The outcome was tremendous as I watched the white lights above me fade. The tables themselves began to glow, as if the white lights had moved themselves. I smirked as I watched the highlighted works of art on the tables surface. It looked better.

Suddenly, Mr. James spun around and stared at me. I blinked in confusion. His eyes were of a honey color and his hair was dark and rich. It sort of annoyed me to look at the complexity of his colors. I took a step back, self consciously. Mr. James' hair blew around his face at the pressure of the fan.

I hadn't noticed this before, but he looked as if he'd hopped out of an action movie. I scoffed. I really hated action moives. They always portrayed the same thing over and over. I'd had enough of the constant explosions and the thrilling car chases...

On second thought, the car chases were probably the best part. I thought to myself.

I stood there patiently as the teacher stared. His eyes stabbed into mine with blinding force, making it hard to look away. Without warning, Mr. James asked, "Why do you look so familiar?"

How could I answer that question? I looked around and then shrugged. Mr. James heaved a large sigh and his shoulders slumped. He stood up straight as continued to stare. He looked disappointed, somewhat.

"Well, uh... Welcome to our class. You may use any items you'd like to help you with your assignments." He told me. Mr. James began to ramble on and on about safety and how the tools were only touched wearing gloves.

I hated it when people told me things I already knew. It was as if I were four years old. I wondered if I shouldve told him about my mother. Perhaps then, he'd stop speak so much.

It wasn't that I hated the teacher. It was the fact that I couldn't tell anyone about my mother. When I thought about it, telling this class of gagdet guys, about my technologically enhanced family, didn't seem like a good idea. That would only lead to more questions. And more questions meant more time consumption.