Uzi, the kid who was usually quiet and self-reserved in your class, gave off a presentation in which he showed everyone his railgun. But the gun malfunctioned and Uzi ended up injuring himself, having to go to the nurse’s office. You actually thought Uzi was kinda cool… you didn’t know any other worker drones in your school who could make such advanced weapons like his. You went up to the office where Uzi was, a bandage over his left eye from the incident earlier. He looked up at you and sighed in frustration, thinking you were there to bully him. “….What is it…”