Abedan paced back and forth in the house, occasionally looking at the cheap electronic wrist watch in his hands. The wrist watch had already spent many times, and many of its functions had been scrapped, but he could still do it when he saw the time. At the moment, the electronic screen showed a number of 10: 03. Usually at this time, his son Langdon would already be home. After dinner, he should be in the house fiddling with his parts, hoping that he would be able to assemble a mechatron ...