![]() “Told ya, V-man!” Jack clapped the other man on his back, nearly face planting the latter into his reading. Then Maddie laughed along, and Jack pulled her into a hug. Jack whooped, all 200 pounds of a man leaping into the air. Then, the robot unfurled in a series of clicks and whirs, produced a pair of arms that ended in three-pronged claws, and stood up on two wheels. Vlad thought it was indulgent, and rolled his eyes. “Of course.” Maddie smiled, resting her chin in her palm. “That Jack Fenton is a genius in the making!” he said, and laughter bubbled from his throat. Vlad was no engineering major, but even he could tell the robot-if it could even be called that-shouldn’t look like a behemoth of mismatched parts the height of his shin. Jack, on the other hand, was squatted on the uneven pebbled ground, fiddling with a Lego robot he’d supposedly been working on for the past two weeks. The duo sat around a wooden table now, one of the many benches erected around the campus’ courtyard. It told Vlad she was curious about the man’s mind, and her curiosity niggled at his own. It had been Maddie’s idea to approach him, anyway, and Vlad had known her long enough to tell it hadn’t been entirely out of kindness there was a spark in her eyes that watched Jack Fenton. Why was she so concerned? A man had the right to be made aware of his social status, and it was for the student body’s good if he gained some EQ. “Do you know what they’re saying about you?”Īcross the table, Maddie looked up from her textbook and shot him a dirty look. “Jack.” He set down his pen and titled his head at the man in question. Marcus Aurelius didn’t know Jack Fenton, thought Vlad, but he underlined the quote anyway. “Do not waste the remaining part of your life in thoughts about other people,” droned Marcus Aurelius in Vlad’s copy of Meditations, “when you are not thinking with reference to some aspect of the common good.” Vlad flipped to another page of his reading. Who wanted to be embarrassed by his ignorance and bumbling about, especially when Jack himself seemed impervious to shame? ![]() ![]() ![]() Professors were courteous, students were polite, but both spared no effort befriending him. All of UW-Madison knew his name, his face, his demeanor. ![]() It cracks me up to think of Vladdie as a philo kid, he’d be that one guy who re-interprets old texts just so they fit his worldview and be adamant he’s right ajaskdansd Set during Vlad, Maddie and Jack’s college years. ![]()
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