Good Friend

It was dusk. The last bit sunlight slowly faded away, but the basement light was still on. Charles studied the leather robe on the hanger, mending the tears and holes. The design had been perfect enough, but now he could see that once something was actually put in use, there would be problems. Many problems had arisen in just one night.

Charles opened the lining, checking the ‘steel bone’ structure inside. He muttered to himself, "The shoulder’s shock absorbance isn’t good enough. There might be metal fatigue as time goes on. There are problems with the force guidance too, but it should be easy to fix. Its own stability… junior’s really good at coming up with hard questions. I have to make it lighter, but still strong…"

"Still working?" a voice sounded behind him.

"Professor?" Charles turned around in shock, "Shouldn’t you be teaching?"

Abraham shrugged, "The only student who’s willing to come also ditched today."

"What about junior?"