DOUBLE PERIOD M-THEORY
The molecule theory professor, a diamond skinned, stocky man in a spotless lab-coat, arranged the new students in a line in front of a strange looking machine. An all metal and chrome behemoth, it boasted a score of buttons and an embedded keyboard, with a glass walled chamber large enough to fit an average sized human. The students gazed at it in wonder, mesmerized by the myriad of blinking lights.
The professor picked up a clipboard from his desk and cleared his throat for attention. "My name," he began, "is of no concern. Feel free to refer to me as the professor, for your safety and mine." Minerva studied his face, intrigued. Unlike Mr Clemonte, his face was vibrant and expressive, his eyes twinkling with a hidden intelligence. "Take the time to study this room."
The students looked around. Minerva realized that the whole laboratory was enclosed in a steel and glass chamber, most likely reinforced. "Some of the things I will show you today, and onward, will be too dangerous to be repeated anywhere else. Take special care not to misuse the knowledge I bestow upon you."
Minerva was astonished. Such elegance of speech, his voice flowing like a rippling, rushing stream. He spoke with the nonchalance of a man too well knowledgeable in his work to be worried about the ignorance of his students.
"With that, one at a time, enter the chamber in this machine, it will determine the materials you are most compatible with." The professor finished. One by one the students entered the machine, which, after a flurry of beeps and flashing lights, displayed a certain material, liquid or gas. The professor noted down each material next to the students name, and then walked over to a door-sized safe embedded into a far wall. Punching a code into the display caused a mechanical hiss, and the door swung open. Inside, racks and racks of bottles and cubes of miscellaneous materials stood. "This is my element safe. I pride myself on having almost every element in a significant volume here. You will each step forward and receive a sample of your element."
Daimen huffed loudly and rolled his eyes.
"Is there a problem, boy?"
"Actually, yeah. I really don't see what makes you qualified enough to be our teacher. Any old fool could don a white lab-coat and talk fancy. Can you even control molecules? Or are you just a batty old man with a death wish?"
The other students recoiled at his rudeness but the professor just smiled. He noticed Daimen's glass flask and casually flicked his hand. The flask burst into a thousand shards, which exploded into dust. The mercury splashed onto the floor in an in-cohesive spray. Daimen, surprised, bent to collect the spilled metal. The professor, smirking, swirled his finger in a figure eight motion, causing the mercury to flow through the air and spin around, hovering on the tip of his index finger.
The class was amazed. This man could control two different elements, from different groups?!
"You don't know who I am, boy, so I'll excuse your behavior. As for molecule control, well, You can see I am more than capable. Now, who wants to try manipulating first?"