Tech sat back and gave a sigh of relief as he cradled a small, silver, remote controlled beetle in his hands. The coyote could see his reflection on it's metallic surface like a mirror. Even though the beetle was the size of an orange, it took him a long time to fix the circuits it had inside as well as polishing the metal on the outside. The beetle's beedy, black eyes stared at the coyote innocently. The inventor's smile suddenly raised as he reminded himself of when he first made it.
It was when Tech was in pre-school, and like every break time the children had he always sat on a table away from everyone else whilst working on some form of gadget. The gadget in question was a silver beetle with three legs on each side, with a pair of black, beady eyes. Just as he was screwing the last screw into it, a voice interrupted his trail of thought.
"What's that?"
The coyote remembered turning his head to a boy his age. He seemed to have come from an oriental background becuase of his short black hair and the distinctive face. At first, he didn't reply as everyone else seemed too busy playing their childhood games to take any notice of the young inventor. Finally, he explained to the stranger it's purpose of being controlled to move by a remote control. The human child seemed fascinated by the device, unlike any other child who would lose interest from the lecture.
"That's amazing!" The boy said in excitement. "I wish I could invent cool things like you do!"
Those words rung in Tech's ears. He appreciated the fact that another kid like him wanted to know more about the world around them, rather than getting caught up in childish games. The statement sounded snobbish, but at least Tech didn't burst into tears when he found out that Santa Claus didn't exist. As he gazed down onto his beetle again, he began to wonder whether the little boy did grow up to be an inventor like he said he wanted to be. The coyote opened up the wings to reveal four different coloured buttons; red, yellow, green and blue. Instictively, he pressed the red button and leaned his head closer to the beetle's head.
"Hitoshi Kazaiyama? It's Tech. E. Coyote. Do you remember? You were the kid at pre-school who asked me what the beetle I made was. The beetle that's giving you this message right now is the thing I made. It's had an upgrade since the first time I made it as you have noticed already"
"Originally, it was only able to move with just a remote control. But now it can move independantly according to who you want to send it to. Once it finds the person this message is addressed to, you press the green button to play the message. But if you recieved the piece of paper instructing you how to hear this message, then obviously you managed to get it to work."
"I knew you were a clever guy. You just hung around with the popular people just to stay protected from bullying. I don't blame you for that. You didn't want to be part of it. So it was a choice between staying safe or getting teased about being different. But that's what made Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison and all the other scientists famous and so important. They stuck to finding out the truth rather than going along with the crowd, no matter what everyone else have told them. They didn't let bullying influence them to give up on their evidence of a great discovery. So whatever you do, stick to what you believe is right rather than follow everyone else's opinion. I know you're clever you just need the confidence to share it with the world."
"If you do want to send a message back to me, first press the red button to record your message then press the blue button to save it. On it's under belly, remove the metal plate and you find a keypad like a computer keyboard. Type in the same you want to send it to and press enter. Slide the metal plate back over the keypad and press the yellow button. The beetle will fly to the recipient that you've selected."
"Before I save this message, I want to say thank you for sending that message to me. It's good to hear that you're doing alright. And... you just do your best."
As Tech pressed the blue button, he typed Hitoshi's name on the keypad as he said in the recording. He gazed at the beetle one more time before he pushed the yellow button down. As the coyote leaned back, the silver wings on the beetle fluttered like a hummingbird. It hovered for a few seconds before it zoomed out of the laboratory out of sight.
"And now all I have to do is wait." He grinned to himself as he cushioned his head on his hands and pushed himself against his chair.
END OF EPILOGUE CHAPTER 3.