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Fifth Floor Common Room: Tuesday Afternoon

After his class was done, Barry had headed back to his room and gathered his tablet where he had downloaded all the blockbuster sci-fi movies since 2009.

After setting up the TV, he had the tablet start transmitting the movies so he could watch while putting together some kind of small mechanical cage contraption on the coffee table.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned/bitched as the movie played on. "What Michael Bay does to a fucking cartoon is fucking ridiculous."

Barry started fast forwarding through the talky parts just to get to the action scenes.

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"Wait. He's married?" Barry asked. "Is that to the Carlos guy he was talking about?"

Hard to miss with all the hearts around his name.

"It's pronounced ♥Carlos♥," Raven said. She'd been practicing the proper intonation. "And no, it's this girl Kenzi, who lives in town. They got married for all the presents. She's actually teaching, this summer. It should be a fun class."

"Married for the presents," Barry said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Well that's one way of getting a blender."

"So I can't help but notice you're taking all this Fandom stuff in stride," Raven said. "Is where you're from as weird as Nightvale, then?"

"Well I caught a couple of podcasts from Fandom on my transdimensional scanner," Barry explained. "So I knew this place was kind of fucked up to begin with. But to answer your question, the only weird thing about my world is me. As far as I know. I was smart before I was even born. In the womb smart kind of thing. I've been pushing the boundaries of science since I was a kid and that's led to some... unfortunate accidents."

"How on Earth can you tell if you were smart before you were born?"

"I remember being in my mom's womb. I could understand English before I was born," Barry explained.

"Huh." Raven tipped her head thoughtfully. "I wonder if you're a mutant, too, and your world is just . . . late-blooming."

"Doubtful," Barry said with a frown. "I was my own lab rat for a while. I went over my DNA and my parents 100 times over. They're dumb as rocks and outside of my brain I'm a typical human being."

"They can't be that dumb."

"For the past ten years they've thought any explosion I've set off in the house is the result of 'bad pipes."

"My foster mother doesn't always remember I exist," Raven countered. ". . . Though that's probably at least a little bit Charles' fault."

"Well... there have been times I've had to zap their memory," Barry admitted. "But that's usually because they walked in on me doing an experiment and really that's for their own protection."

Raven nodded. "See, this is exactly why I have Charles on a strict 'no reading my mind' policy. Saves him the temptation of messing with me."

"Yeah. I'm not a fan of telepaths doing that either," Barry admitted. "But my days of memory zapping are over here at Fandom."

Unless Gremlins are involved. He could charge for that.

Please. Gremlin bites were practically a rite of passage.

"That's probably a good policy. So what else do you make, other than weather monitors and solar panels and memory zappers and explosions?"

Barry leaned back and sighed. "Let's see. Space telescopes, computer circuits, an atom smasher that fits under my bed, a food replicator, rocket pack, laser swords, memory bombs and a sugar substitute that doesn't taste like ass."

"That last one definitely doesn't exist," Raven said. "What's a memory bomb?"

"It's like a roach bomb. Bunch of chemicals that turn into a gas form but wipes out the memory of anyone who inhales it," Barry explained. "I had to use it when a government agency kidnapped my best friend because they thought he was me."

"Why was a government agency after you?"

"They wanted me to develop weapons for the military and intelligence agencies," Barry said with a shrug. "After I put them down I haven't had any problems since."

"That's good," Raven said. "I imagine you could probably make some really creepy weapons."

"Well I have a couple of atomizers," Barry admitted. "But those are only for self defense or experiments that get out of control."

"I'm guessing you don't mean like for spraying perfume."

"No. Complete atom disentegration," Barry admitted. "You seem more like you're believing me now. Or do you still need proof?"

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