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Gideon stood and looked out the window.
March had flown by unnoticed, and it wasn't exactly a particularly productive or even interesting month for him. Lecture after lecture, tons of information that barely interested him stubbornly refused to stick in his head. What had he achieved this month? Nothing special. Had he become a representative of the class? A dubious achievement. It certainly boosted his ego, but what practical benefits did his new status offer beyond extra worries and responsibilities was completely unclear. Maybe he should have swallowed his pride and declined, maybe that would have been smarter and more far-sighted. Although it wasn't bothering him yet, there was no sign of Laurence, his classmates were behaving properly, but the nagging suspicion that he would one day regret that moment was a real concern.
Theosketz turned and glanced at the rifle hanging peacefully on the wall. Well, at least he had learned how to hold this thing properly. It was funny that his own, personalized pistol stubbornly tried to slip out of his hands when he tried to aim with it. Maybe he should spend some time learning how to use this weapon, especially since his last name was engraved on it? But the lesson was already over, and personal training would require much more effort. On the other hand, he had already missed a lot this month, sitting in his room and reading research on intelligent mechanisms while other students were expressing themselves, playing ball, learning how to use protective gear, or mastering new weapon techniques.
In such moments, he thought that sometimes he was too focused on the distant future and forgot about the present. He looked at his watch - it was almost noon. Turning back to the window, he saw groups of students, cheerfully chatting and animatedly talking, heading towards the exit of the NAILS campus. Now that the city was open, many rushed there, curious about what it had to offer. He didn't feel like joining them, but perhaps this was the perfect moment to leave the walls of his den and take a walk.
However, once in the courtyard, the young man realized that he didn't really want to go to the city. He had nothing to look for there yet. As well as on the territory of the academy. However, wandering aimlessly around, he fully appreciated how wonderfully quiet and peaceful this place was without people. It seemed that even the teachers had left their usual places to watch the joy and enthusiasm of the young people, who had been given new freedom. But Gideon himself, having rejected the idea of going to the city, now didn't know why he had come out and just wandered around, not even thinking about going anywhere. Nevertheless, his feet led him to a rather strangely looking place among the well-maintained territory - an unfinished tower.
March had flown by unnoticed, and it wasn't exactly a particularly productive or even interesting month for him. Lecture after lecture, tons of information that barely interested him stubbornly refused to stick in his head. What had he achieved this month? Nothing special. Had he become a representative of the class? A dubious achievement. It certainly boosted his ego, but what practical benefits did his new status offer beyond extra worries and responsibilities was completely unclear. Maybe he should have swallowed his pride and declined, maybe that would have been smarter and more far-sighted. Although it wasn't bothering him yet, there was no sign of Laurence, his classmates were behaving properly, but the nagging suspicion that he would one day regret that moment was a real concern.
Theosketz turned and glanced at the rifle hanging peacefully on the wall. Well, at least he had learned how to hold this thing properly. It was funny that his own, personalized pistol stubbornly tried to slip out of his hands when he tried to aim with it. Maybe he should spend some time learning how to use this weapon, especially since his last name was engraved on it? But the lesson was already over, and personal training would require much more effort. On the other hand, he had already missed a lot this month, sitting in his room and reading research on intelligent mechanisms while other students were expressing themselves, playing ball, learning how to use protective gear, or mastering new weapon techniques.
In such moments, he thought that sometimes he was too focused on the distant future and forgot about the present. He looked at his watch - it was almost noon. Turning back to the window, he saw groups of students, cheerfully chatting and animatedly talking, heading towards the exit of the NAILS campus. Now that the city was open, many rushed there, curious about what it had to offer. He didn't feel like joining them, but perhaps this was the perfect moment to leave the walls of his den and take a walk.
However, once in the courtyard, the young man realized that he didn't really want to go to the city. He had nothing to look for there yet. As well as on the territory of the academy. However, wandering aimlessly around, he fully appreciated how wonderfully quiet and peaceful this place was without people. It seemed that even the teachers had left their usual places to watch the joy and enthusiasm of the young people, who had been given new freedom. But Gideon himself, having rejected the idea of going to the city, now didn't know why he had come out and just wandered around, not even thinking about going anywhere. Nevertheless, his feet led him to a rather strangely looking place among the well-maintained territory - an unfinished tower.