“Now son, you must carry on my dream,” my father speaks to me in a quiet voice. “I believe in you,” he musters, his eyes closing for the final time. My mother holds onto his hand, her body shaking with her eyes sprinkled by tears. I stare at my father’s pale face against the white walls and bedsheets of the hospital bed. His crazy gray hair in spikes, resembling the mad scientist he had always been. My mother pulls me into the her side, engulfing me into an embrace.

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The chemicals bubble in the flasks, exploding onto the tabletop. A noise erupts by the fuel tanks and supply cabinets mounted against the wall with bright red and yellow signs for warnings. A young boy steps out with a blue t-shirt and faded jeans. “Hello sir, I have come in search of assistance,” the kid speaks, pushing up his glasses on his nose. I don’t have time to help these useless kids who know nothing. I point to the signs on the walls, telling the kid to leave me alone. “What have you been working up down here sir?” the boy speaks. His hands reach up to grab the test tubes but I swipe them away from his reach. “Si-“ An explosion booms in the air, shocks and booms filling the room. Help.