Nanotechnology
Chapter 2
A Non-Hypiogerminac-filled Night
Late that night, Tyson snuck off his cot in the training room, where a row of beds for the other Bladebreaker's team members stood. The blue-haired boy walked across the long room, his feet not making so much as a squeak against the polished wooden floors. He opened the sliding door, and walked out in the hall, closing it behind him.
Well, that was easier than I thought it would be, Tyson thought in relief as he walked down the hall and pressed his hand on a non-descript section of the wooden wall. The wall silently slid to the side, and Tyson walked through the doorway, the door shutting instantly when the boy began down the dark staircase.
At the bottom of the staircase, a black door stood with a screen on the wall next to it. Tyson placed his tan hand on it, and the screen instantly lit up with a bright blue light. "Kinomiya Takao," he stated clearly.
"Access granted," a computer-like voice spoke through speaker on the bottom of the screen, and the black door opened to reveal a dark room. Tyson flipped on the light to reveal a gigantic science lab, about the size as one of the floors of his old-Japan styled house.
"I'm so glad I set up this lab underneath our house," Tyson mumbled to himself as he walked over to a silver cabinet and opened it, pulling out a tan bucket full of various beakers and test tubes. He placed the bucket on a table, and began to unpack the experiment, placing everything in a particular order that no one but himself would ever be able to understand.
"Ok, now I have to mix the biochemical prototype with the stoichiometry biochemical prototype in order to achieve a successful non-hypiogerminac prototype by next week…" the Beyblader mumbled as he mixed an odd electric blue concoction with an electric green one. He leaned back, and the mixture exploded.
When the smoke cleared, the liquid in the vial was clear, and Tyson was grinning. "Well, about time this worked."
He put a stopper on the vial, carefully labeling it with a pencil before walking to another silver cabinet, placing it in a stand with several other vials.
Tyson then walked back to the table, continuing his work.
Several hours later, Tyson yawned, stretching his arms above his head before cleaning up his station and leaving his lab. He retraced his earlier traces to the training room and climbed back into bed, falling asleep instantly.
He didn't notice a pair of red eyes watching him from across the room.
Note: The science stuff, while I used several real words, is all made-up mumbo jumbo that isn't meant to be understood.