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// Log 4046: School. 
// Story: Lab Horse 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	School. Yaaaay.

Obviously sarcastic though. What is it that I could look forward to at school when I already know everything they can teach? Delmar decided that putting me with others my age would work the best, and so I'm kinda sorta stuck in the tail end of 5th grade as a "transfer student".

I wonder how well my illusion will hold up when I'm bored out of my mind?

...

Ooh, I could maybe drop it for a second and put it back up to make the kids think that they're seeing things!



Gadget, are you sure that's a good idea?

Yuppers!

'Cause what if you don't get your illusion back up in time?

...Then everyone would know...

Yup.

Yeah... Didn't really think that one through.








Neuropathic link established.


Backpack, check.

Textbooks, check.

Tablet, check, 'cause I'm obviously using it if I'm logging this.

Squirt gun to get the little buggers off of me during recess, check.

Pocket terminal, check.

Broadband internet, check.

Augmented reality headset, check.

"GADGET, WHY IS THERE A TASER ON THE TABLE?!" Delmar yelled from the main room.

Oops. Forgot to pack that.

"Gadget," Delmar said in a creepily calm voice when he entered the room, "In what circumstance would you use a taser at an elementary school?!"

I shrugged. "Self-defense?" I replied. I warily eyed the taser, of which I designed myself from scrap parts in the lab.

Delmar sighed. "You know, Gadget," he began, "the real world isn't that dangerous, you know that, right? And besides, you've been practicing that "magic" of yours lately. I'm sure that you'll be safe without a taser."

I nodded, and floated the taser back to my tiny room.





First day of school's tomorrow. I'm packed and ready to face whatever boredom that confronts me, whether it's in the form of overly irritating classmates, or the "typical" boring teacher.

Besides, it can't be that bad, right?

Right?