His first scientific love had been chemistry - explosive, beautiful chemistry. From there, he'd moved to model rockets, dabbled in biology, decided he hated bugs and, settled comfortably into robotics.
By age thirteen, he'd created a functioning robot from a pop can and spare parts.
He'd been meant to present his bot at a local science fair, but some bully pushed him down, crushing PopBot to a nonfunctional mess in his pocket.
Years later, rage coursed through him, sudden and terrifying, as he gathered shattered pieces of his BeBe's. Drew Lipsky felt his scientific ethics die, and he didn't even care.