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"Micro-bots!" Hiro's mind raced with excitement as he revealed his idea with his brother and newfound friends. It took him a long time to think up the micro-bots.
Originally the young genius assumed that dreaming up an outstanding inventions that would blow Callaghan away would be child's play. That ended up days glued to his desk, desperately banging his head on the wood in hopes that something would come up. In the end, he ended with a slight knot on his forehead, but an idea did come – thanks to his brother.
If it wasn't for Tadashi physically pushing him to find a new angle (carrying him like a sac), Hiro wouldn't have eyed his champion robot – thus inspiring him.
"Just think of the endless opportunities with these babies!" The gang sat around a table, listening to their youngest member. "Transportation, safety, architecture – the list can go on!"
Tadashi was proud of his little brother. It made his heart swell with joy, seeing his brother take an interest in people and nerd out, like a normal kid. Unfortunately, that joy came to a halt as his brother talked on.
"With a neuro-transmitter, I can control all the micro-bots to do what I want. The creativity of the mind would literally set the limits for what this invention can do."
"You'll be like Dr. Otto Octavius!" Childishly Fred jumped up, running up to Hiro. The gang knew what would entail. Their comic – loving was in one of those fanboy mode.
Hiro was different so his curiosity won him over. There was no time to warn him. "Who's Dr. Octavius?"
Dramatically, Fred paced around the child as he recalled the tragic tale. "Dr. Otto Octavius was an intelligent scientist who made an incredible device. His invention was four robotic limps with artificial intelligence that also had a thing that connected to his brain. It was injected into his neck but due to a nuclear meltdown of another invention, the brain device destabilized, taking control of him instead." Pulling his young friend's head in a tight hug, he sniffed, sadden by the tale. "In the end, the man died. He took back control from the robotics arms and he sacrificed himself to save the town. His last words were 'I will not die a monster.' I can lend you the movie, if you want."
Hiro laughed while the gang rolled their eyes at their Fred. However, it took all of Tadashi's will power to keep his relaxed smile on his face. On the inside, the older Hamada was having a meltdown of his own.
'If Hiro connects a transmitter, it might intervene with - ' Tadashi gulped, not wanting to continue those dark thoughts. All he knew was that he'll do anything to stop Hiro from using that transmitter on himself. It would jeopardize everything.
And so began a week of Hiro's annoyance.
It started out harmless enough with Tadashi, once in a while, popping in the garage where Hiro worked and hinting at helping with anything Hiro may need. From there, it got specific with the transmitter and climbed to an all-out plaque on Hiro's sanity.
His brother would bring it up constantly, suggesting that he should wear the device Hiro spent hours working so hard on. The older teen brought it up during dinner, in the morning, late at night...his brother even went as far as to harass the kid in the bathroom.
If that wasn't stressful enough for our young lad, Hiro had a week left to complete his project for the showcase and the transmitter didn't want to cooperate!
"I don't get it!" Hiro snapped, throwing the device to the floor. At this point, he didn't care if the thing broke. Usually, the garage was Hiro's favorite place - his little workshop, but with the stress, it felt more like his little cage. Grumbling for the fifth time that day, Hiro roughly grabbed his hair, pulling. "I redid the wiring - tinkered with the controls and studied the brain!" So where am I going wrong?
He groaned. No matter what I try, the thing isn't controlling the bots how I want. Maybe it's my brain that isn't working.
It was a bitter thought.
"Maybe you need someone else to use the transmitter." And here we go again. Tadashi smiled at the eyeroll, his brother gave me. It upset Hiro to see his brother constantly smiling and calm. Absently, he wondered if anything bothered his big brother but that simmered down in favor of weariness.
He was tired of the harassment...dashi was persistent despite his kindness. He just wouldn't give this issue a break! "Are you scared or something?!"
It was meant to be a sarcastic question that Hiro didn't expect a reply. So it surprised him when his brother returned it with an open answer. "I'm worried for you Hiro."
Looking at his kid brother, Tadashi battled with himself. Seeing his brother bothered with the brain transmitter - it made the older teen sad. He knew why the device refused to work. Hiro was the reason...his brain wasn't in that body. It was his conscious that was trapped there.
And Tadashi's conscious probed at him to tell Hiro the truth but the older brother couldn't allow that. He fought tooth and nail to give his brother a new life…battled with his aunt and those skeptic doctors.
How can Tadashi let all that go to waste?
How can he let Hiro down like that?
He did it for Hiro!
In his mind's eye, dashi saw four year old Hiro. So small in that giant, cold hospital bed - his body broken by the accident. The child couldn't even breathe on his own anymore. His parents were gone - went to heaven early. Yet Hiro was experiencing hell but all dashi could recall that night before things went south was those three words he spat at his brother.
"I hate you."
Tadashi spent his whole life after that, trying to right his wrong. If he told Hiro the truth now...then all he's worked for would be a waste.
Then Hiro wouldn't be Hiro anymore.
So he lied to his precious brother, like he did when his creation finally worked. He smiled a sincere smile and lied. "You've been stressing over the showcase and I get it - it is a big deal, since professor Callaghan isn't easy to impress." He ruffled the realistic black hair of his brother. "I just remembered my first presentation and I nearly made it so I just thought it'll be great if I could help you demonstrate your work - just like I wish someone would have with me."
He waited, holding his breath.
Eyeing the older one, Hiro processed what was said. His brother was crazy protective, that he knew, but his brother also wasn't a liar. Hiro trusted Tadashi and he couldn't count the times his brother had helped him out of something or through something…there was too many to count.
His brother never gives up on him so it seemed like common sense to trust him. Mauling it over, the young boy relented. "I am a little stressed...maybe having you wear the transmitter would lighten the burden." Shaking off any doubts, Hiro returned his brother's smile with a weak one of his own. "But we have a lot of practicing to do and I need to fix that transmitter."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Tadashi fist bumped Hiro.
Picking up the transmitter, the older Hamada encouraged, "Let's blow them all away."
