A spoonful of the past

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses.
He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance.
He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity.
He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses.
He was Tommy Hawk.
He had been reborn.
Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second.
Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

America 1982

At five in the morning, Tommy, dressed for a morning jog, sat on the back seat of the bicycle ridden by Sophia, meandering leisurely along the path that Stanford University's President, Donald Kennedy, was sure to take.


"I have no objection to you having a chat with our Mr. President during his morning run, Tommy, but at the moment, you're dressed in jogging gear without having run a single step, and you're making me cycle you around." Sophia pedaled a bicycle, complaining unhappily.


Tommy, holding a sheet of paper in his hands and flipping through it, with a list of the supports he, Jason, or their company had pledged for some of Stanford University's computer and internet research projects, didn't even lift his head when he heard Sophia's complaint and said:


Chapter 138: We Are Different