Last day twice over.

And finally, after wasting my resting time with nothing but thinking, basic me started getting ready for the day. 'I should make some effort today, after all, is the last day, and unluckily my eighteen birthday too. Well, at least I think my friends will remember.' I took a morning shower, that we all know guys don't have as often as we should, you know at least once a week. I heard chicks do it all weeks, some say every other day. Crazy if you asked me, and unnecessary, the only thing to wash is dust, it is not like it is coming out of us.

And so I took the needed shower, put on some clothes, blue jeans and a blue t-shirt, 'mmm forget that, let's make it green just for today, u know, representing my house' I Thought. So I concentrated on my nanites, controlling them, and making contact with the cloth, changing the light blue color of it for a dark green more suited for what I wanted. Took my favorite White Nani shoes, 'self-changing for the best comfort' as the slogan said, took my school bag and checked for anything missing.

"Ok, I'm ready" not minding hair that could start a new trend if people thought it was deliberate.

And with perfect timing.

"Mat!!! hurry up! your breakfast is gonna get cold and hard to eat, your mother will be disappointed if all that effort was wasted on your last day" I heard from downstairs.

"Coming!!" I said, cursing my luck, my mom was cooking today.

My mom, a great chemist, made the most metal balanced meal you could get, getting all the right metals, and some I didn't even wanna know of. And that was, sadly, by sacrificing the flavor of it, making it torturous to eat. I am genuinely happy I don't need to eat after my eighteen birthday, no more growing to do, my body full of the materials needed for existence. Weirdly, what I eat daily is as much as those brutes in the Battle Royal team or the speed-obsessed jocks in the SpaceBattle team of the School eat. And yeah, I know, lots of 'battle' sports. It was what soon followed the end of the war, or most likely its replacement, similar, but with no killing, the same thing tho, after all, maiming can be easily fixed. Which is why I hate eating my moms cooking, I don't like those sports and fine with good old basketball, not many play it apart from kids, but it helps in training your control over your body, and I cannot waste the effort my parents make into growing my body into the form it is, after all, metals are not infinite, and getting premium materials for your nanites is a luxury.

So I just went downstairs, ignoring the obvious *click* of the camera my dad thinks was so cleverly hidden behind the tv and faced my oldest enemy, a meal.

"Nono, don't put that face sweety, is for your good, is the last day you will ever need to eat really, your body is fully grown now." my mom said.

"haha I know I know, I still don't think I needed the olympian treatment with the food," I said for like the millionth time. "We could have bought a bigger house and a car with that money"

"none of that, we don't need that, you love this house as much as us, and we are happier knowing that our boy has all the doors open for anything he wants to do, you have 82 years left to live however you want, love." My mother said lovingly. And she knew what she was talking about, she worked as a chemist in a B hospital after all. Where all births in the district take place, and heck she knew all about how our bodies work and grow. And more importantly, she knew how important the first 18 years of your life decided the quality of the next 82.

And I just smiled, at least grateful for the love they had for me. And ate my breakfast as fast as I could, drinking as much oater as I could, trying to erase the taste.

"Good job son, last breakfast." my dad said, feeling already fulfilled with all the pictures he took of 'my boy's big day'. I sighed into a small laugh and hugged my parents.

"well it's getting late, I'm heading to school now." I finally said and left the kitchen. Yes, a room just for cooking, only schools have that, but well I can't say my parents don't care. I went further downstairs, all the way to the bottom floor which is the garage. I took my hoverbike, opened the garage door with a thought, and took off, looking back for just a moment to look a the house. 'Mom is right, I love this house, is home'. My house was a 4-floor treehouse, and hold your thought, I know, you would say 'so?', and it is true, the most common shape for houses are trees. They were essentially the first houses that used energy, they were molded from trees. It was quite a surprise for humans to find collections of nanites with some spare cells, probably from the dead, absorbing the suns energy and capturing all the nanites and metal in the area through their roots, transforming itself into what we call trees, what a natural phenomenon, and with the knowledge of energy, the absorption and use it, humans made trees their first homes. 'that's so old fashioned' would be the response of my schoolmates to that, but I thought my house was unique, not every house has a dark brown color after all or painted their leaves green, that was special, it made it feel right, I liked that.

*ding* my phone snapped me out of my thoughts and blinking I opened my feed, to listen to Arte's message.

-hurry up mate, you are late for the photoshoot, Ms. Modig looks ready to murder someone- it said the message. 'Well, no more reminiscing for today, last rest session was enough wasted time for a day.' I took control of my and the bikes nanites, and speed through traffic, maybe making an observer believe I was some top athlete doing his morning control session.