Chapter 19: Uncertainty
Alto pressed his wrist comm on the scanner by the door, a second later it beeped and the saw disintegrated to reveal the portal that led into the room.
A wrist comm was somewhat of a common necessity in the world they lived in currently. It's acted as a communication device, as a web connector, a projector, a clearance pass. It was practically a walking super-phone. The version Alto had was nothing special, all of its functions were reduced to the mech division grounds, it was nothing special to others but it was a luxury to him.
As much as everything could be thought and downloaded on these wrist Comms like news and textbooks, the professor always made him carry around huge, heavy books that looked more like relics than actual useful data.
One thing Alto had learned in his three years with the so called mech designers was that they were all weirdos, some just to some heavenly elevated degree. He walked in and was greeted by the usually unordered room a bit more moderate than always, Alto was always taxed with cleaning up. At first he hated the taxing ordeal of cleaning up after the others messes but after a few weeks turning months he finally saw something to it.
Alto soon became able to identify certain things like mech parts, weapon shits, and tools. So it was not a wasted action, there was always more to learn.
As he walked forward past some huge clubs mech armour pieces while keeping the number of books up he was greeted by the one person he did not want to meet.
It was Charles Vans, the so called number one disciple of the professor. To Alto he had the ego of engine oil on a white shirt, impossible to get rid off my normal means.
"You're late, master has been waiting for you. Do you have any idea what you just did?" His voice as inflated as his ego.
Alto stuttered. "It's only been like ten minutes." He shoved his way past Charles and continued towards where he knew the professor would be.