"The Fault in Our Stars" epilogue.
After the loss of my beloved Gus I've tried to contact Vliegenthart and schedule a meeting with Van Houten- in America of course. I'd written her a day ago, and haven't left Phillip or my computer. My screen lit up as I received a new message from the one and only Vliegenthart. It read as follows;
"Dearest Hazel,
I have contacted Van Houten, but as you know I have resigned so it was nearly as a friend. He was surprisingly sober when I made your invitation aware to him. He told me he would let the idea turn in his mind. I do hope you two could meet again.
Yours truly,
Vliegenthart."
As I figured; he didn't give me a definite answer. One thing stood out in this email. "He was surprisingly sober..." The word "sober" and Van Houten hadn't been synonymous since the peak of my knowledge on the subject. I wondered if it was just a No Drink day. He must have ran out of liquor.
After Gus passed, I started to become one of Isaac's closest friends. He was just starting to figure his computer system out when a new update was made available. "Where's the trophies when you need them," he mumbled. He always found a way to make me smile. Not like an Augustus Waters smile but a good enough smile.
Isaac's mom said that he had been talking about Gus more and more as the time passed. She mentioned Isaac saying something about a robotic eye- to which I pondered the limited pool of ways he'd bring that up without sounding crazy. It then dawned on me, Gus had mentioned it'd be 'cool' if a scientist could invent that.
So, that night I went home and decided to look into a "robotic eye". On google, none the less. To no surprise, there were few results beside the comic book characters. I started to design a eye. Mostly just because I can't do many other things, but because I had some odd slew of faith in myself to succeed. As I started to look into the operation of an eye, I realized how simple it would be to build. But the risk of installation would be high.
The use of my wish is starting to bite me now.