Lee drinks the water his mother gives him, and his eyes and the nurse's meet briefly as she gives him a small, knowing smile.

  “Thank you, Mom, I’m feeling better now,” Lee says, giving back the bottle.

  Then there is the sound of footsteps and Bexy enters the room chewing on a bluish fruit with a pinkish liquid coming out of it; he approaches the chair where Lee is and examines the connections once more, then nods when satisfied.

  “Sorry for the rudeness.” He says, lifting the fruit. “But this fruit is not safe for human consumption, and I couldn’t resist when I saw one in the canteen.”

  He then gestures with his head for Sue to follow him; she does after giving Lee a smile and an encouraging pat on his hand.

  As they settle themselves on the other side of the glass wall, the room's door opens and Lee sees Nurse Fionna pop her head inside. When she sees Lee in the chair, an expression of confusion crosses her face. She then looks outside the room, and the door flies open and Raxen enters followed by Fionna, who is shaking her head.

  Nurse Raxen starts to make some clicking sounds and hisses while pointing at Lee and looking at Fionna.

  Fionna takes an exaggerated sigh and exclaims, “There must be a reasonable reason, and yes, that looks like the other helmet that caught fire.” Then Fionna lifts her hand and, looking around, finds Doctor Jaborian entering via the door in the observation side of the glass.

  The doctor, noticing them, says, “Nurse Fionna and Nurse Raxen, are you here to join us?”

  Nurse Fionna looks at Raxen then nods. “Yes, we might, as we are studying brain anatomy.” Then, making her way to the examination chairs, she asks, “But is there something wrong with Lee? We thought he would have gone home by now.”

  Doctor Jaborian is about to speak but Bexy speaks first. “He could have been on his way, but the test I conducted earlier gave out an error. Then,” Bexy shakes his head as he points to the side, where stands a pile of discarded helmets. “I had to spend three hours looking through this junk to find a helmet that wasn’t broken or with malfunctions. Luckily, the hospital had a total of five safely stored away, at the back of the storage, that no one had ever used.”

  “So there is nothing wrong with him?” Raxen asks using Galactones instead of her reptilian home-planet language.

  Bexy shakes his head. “So far there is no indication of anything wrong. But as he has fallen into a coma-like status three times in slightly more than twenty-four hours, we will have to be sure that there really is no problem.”

  Fionna nods, as does Raxen, who smiles and takes a seat in the front row near the glass wall and by the gap that leads to the other side.

  Bexy looks at the glass wall and says, “Now Lee, I’m going to turn it on; you may put the visor down when you feel ready.”

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  Even before Bexy finishes speaking, Lee is already placing the visor down. As soon as the machine is turned on, Lee hears the robotic sound, “Searching for host.” Then the loading bar appears. Once it finishes loading, the robotic voice that seems to come from everywhere is heard saying, “Connection with host established, selecting most appropriate text language.” Then Lee sees the different text flashing; this time the text slowly rotates between English, Japanese, Celtic and Latin. After a bit, it jumps only between Japanese and English.

  Everyone starts to sit at the edge of their chairs, almost like looking at a roulette wheel game. Finally, the text stops in Japanese.

  Before Lee can start reading, he hears the voice of Bexy. “Now Lee, before you start, we can see what you are watching. Right now the screen is more black than transparent; do you remember what you did to make it transparent?”

  Lee thinks for a moment, then nods and instantly the screen becomes completely transparent as the letters become black, hovering over the middle of the screen. “This? All I did was try to see the room. I remember that before, I tried to look for the nurse, and the screen became like this.”

  Bexy looks at the brain scanning area and exclaims, “There! It was the part of the brain that controls visualisation that made the screen turn transparent.”

  “So why does this not happen with the other kids?” asks the doctor.

  “Probably because they actually never try to look around the room?!” says Bexy, then faces Lee. “Now Lee, I see that you can see us. But I want to try and bring the little robot back like you did before.”

  Lee nods and tries to remember the robot, but is struggling; then his eyes hover over the text, and the robotic voice is heard, “Hello and welcome...”

  Before the voice can continue, the memory of the little robot manifests in Lee’s memory. Then, this time, the robot is seen coming onto the screen, flying from the depth of the screen, as it gets near the image of glass breaking, accompanied by the sound of a breaking window, above the text is visible and the robot flies through it.

  To Lee, it looked like the robot was flying closer and crossed through the glass of a window; as the robot looks behind itself, the image of broken glass is gone.

  “Fascinating!” exclaims Bexy looking between the image of what Lee is watching and the scan showing his brain activity. “So it was the sound of the voice that triggered the memory of the robot, and Lee has made it come alive!”

  “Is that a problem, Master Bexy?” asks the doctor.

  “Not at all. If we can get the person who made this robot and have their approval to use it on the examination, it will help with the children.” says Bexy, the lights on his head pulsing uncontrollably; then he adds, “Even better, I could create a completely new assistant.”

  “Can I continue, Master Bexy?” Lee asks.

  When Bexy looks at the screen displaying what Lee is watching, he sees the side profile of the robot, as if it is looking directly at him through the glass wall with a question mark over its head. Bexy, unable to say a word due to excitement, just nods.

  But before Lee can read, the only doctor in the room says, “Lee, can you do like before and have the text stay on the wall?”

  Lee nods then looks at the robot. “You heard the doctor. Can you place the text on that wall?” Again, as Lee asks, he imagines what the robot would look like when moving the text.

  Once the text is on the wall, Lee looks around to show that the text remains on that wall; only afterwards does he continue with the test, by reading the text like before.

  Bexy looks over at the display with the brain scan, and explains in a whisper so as not to distract Lee, “There. When he gave the request, the part of the brain that controls imagination was activated. So in a way, he was actually imagining what the robot would do, but as a child, he didn’t realise he was controlling the robot this way.”

  “Very well, Lee!” says Bexy when the basic test is completed. “Now we will have to do the deeper scan. This is where the chair will lean back, so just relax!”

  Involuntarily, Lee’s heart starts to beat faster and his hands become sweaty. Raxen stands up and her body tenses, her tail pressed against the floor behind her like a loaded spring ready to be released.