Great War Apollo: III

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London, England 1998

Tord's POV

As I sat on a chair, right next to a table, I observed the men and women at the party.

My father forced me to go to a party full of rich and politically powerful people.

It felt like a zoo, and I was watching the animals.

The rich people complain about rich people's problems.

And the politics won't shut up.

The rest were drunk.

But someone at the party stood out.

A young man, he looked to be around my age.

He spotted me and looked at me.

His eyes...

He didn't have any eyes...

It was a bit freaky that his eyes were pitch black but I ignored it.

He started to walk up to me.

"H-how'd you get in here?" The man laughed.

"I was invited," I said simply.

"You don't just randomly get invited to a party like this," The man said.

"I got in because of some scientific project I worked on," I said.

"Really?" The man asked. "What was the project about?"

I glared at him with a confused look.

"You actually want to know?" I asked.

"Mhm,"

I thought to myself for a second whether or not I should tell him.

I might just end up wasting my time.

And that is the one thing I hate to do.

He looked very interested to know.

"It was a project called Aipotu, it experimented with-" I said before he cut me off.

"Aipotu?!" The man exclaimed. "YOU worked on Aipotu?!"

"Well, I didn't just work on it," I said.

"What do you mean?" The man asked.

"I created it,"

The man's face was full of shock.

"H-how old are you?..." The man asked.

"I'm seventeen, why?" I asked.

"I am too," The man said happily.

"My name's T-Tom by the way," The man said as he put his hand out.

"Tord," I responded as I shook his hand.

"Mhm, you're Tord Larsson," Tom said. "I can't believe I'm actually talking to the creator of Aipotu, THE Aipotu!"

I felt... Special, the way he talked about Aipotu 42.

It made me feel like I had actually achieved something big.

Heh.

This stranger treated me better than my own father.

We talked for a long time.

Tom was a nice person to talk to.

It gave me some sort of enjoyment from this dull and depressing party.

But once I left I was a bit disappointed I wouldn't see him again.

It felt like he was the only person who really, truly, understood me.

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