nniversary. Mr. Simpson and Anderson played Beach Ball over a net, and just within sight was

e the guys could move a muscle, the wave swept her further away fr

s room. It was that dream again, that taunting nightmare that had b

n would sleep like a

e light, over

icked the frame beside the clock on his bedside table. He r

my g

s under the pillow then place

r's lifeless image staring back at him in all enthusiasm. It was so full of

a seven-year-old after waking up. He gaspe

ter a one-year survey to no avail, the search was called off. And it was concluded that her b

n. It was claimed that she was as cautious as a snak

set of Mcbornie. The business went well; always full with customers; both retailers and wholesalers

y surfer — oh, how the mighty has fallen! —

— the r

and washed his face. He stared at the person in the mirror for a momen

he woke up with his nightmares, she equally woke up, sharing his grief. She monitored him, watching h

ssimo on what had happened the previous evening. She smiled at the thought that her life-long crush could ha

cluded, then she went back to sleep

opped him home, he wasted no time to get in, grab a sandwich, and get himself a quick bath. Next, he th

s — and lots of metal craps scattered careles

did I d

pull out one of the d

dust-beaten cardboard folded into a cyl

pushing the contents to the groun

ot on it with many overwhelmi

lasses on the bridg

hich is just the right timing. I should be able to d

e things he already had for the invention, an

lled to the backyard, and paddled his ear

on — the best of the most trusted qualities. He'd been in the business since Andy was a little child; and whoever thinks it's impossible to have a boring job

on—" he chuckled at the name Mr. Hans

cle by the entrance and chained it

man. He was nowhere, just

ung Simpson,

d, froggy voice. He was successful at this, and

ged a towel from one of the big contraptions by his side, and wiped

lo, Mr

accompanying arm, bracing around Andy's

you look sweet sixt

s and kissed both "biceps" — i

uldn't help b

watch out for those," An

h one another, frequently, Young Simp

rson s

guess

ou to The Great Wor

on smile

things for bu

Then he arched a brow at him. "

dy s

aption with artifi

, that you're planning to contest in

son loo

a smart

workshop over a thousand times in the past to buy stuffs even more crazi

can of frozen food, comp

ntestants. Some are teachers, others are scienti

deep sigh. The

a challenge. But I'm sure and conf

d accomplish my dream to contest and win as The Greatest Scientist of the Age. I have been waiting f

it was announced that by the first Saturday of next month, the competitio

in?" Mr. Hans' voice

o to digest the question. Then

e's a will, t

His expression was also mi

ng-willed. Look at your dad, for instance. He was obsessed with this 'financial revolution' stuff. People thought he was crazy, but in just

read his express

eve you c

ened. He stared a

by holding it for the old man. He watched as the old man picked s

ed, "Is this some kind o

hands behind him, in the choked ro

y gri

anic composing of a very high QED.

popped out o

Electrodynami

Hans spread out b

Andy asked, looking at him

his chin, caressing his beard. "Yes!" he snapped. "Th

r to the moment. The helicopter flew round and round the center of the

able! Besides. . .it doesn't even make

His eyes were contem

who my twin brot

in br

becoming clearer. He flashed back to a couple of months ago when he found himself in a little argument with Harrison against the C.E.O

d Andy, pausing the image on the screen with a

ry ch

t's so

ought he did. He

r. Hans!"

ry no

e zoomed the picture for a closer look.

nology, and one of the founding fathers of this p

at! Wait, he

in sc

ch do you kno

cracked

ms to be a cousin to Dr. Archer

derson was countering, a

were afresh in Anderson's hea

. Archer's t

t. He was actually expecting some wrong

school tomorrow, we'll talk ove

he looked down at

at, you can have it," Mr. Hans

he surprised Mr. Hans by huggi

is bike, dropped the QED in the front bask