YEAR 3024.

Darius was on the roof of his futuristic house, playing with a small rotating device that was used to launch small fireworks.

His brother David had kicked him out of the house because one of his devices had broken down and almost burned down a project he had worked on for days. That is until his small ball-shaped device slipped from his hands. He tried to catch it, throwing himself forward, but in order not to fall from the ceiling he had to hold on to the edge, watching as his best invented device fell toward the ground, begging for it to not break.