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us.”
    “I’m
afraid not,” Matt said. “I have more important things to do than physical
activity.”
    “No
you don’t,” Cody said. “I checked your planner. You have nothing written down.”
    We
continued to our next class, Matt behind us, grumbling something about personal
privacy.

 
    The
second I had the time, I headed to the library to search for anybody with the
initials L.S.. I was amazed at how easily accessible everything was here.
Needed a computer? No problem. An excessive amount of caffeine? Easy. Space
away from everyone? You could hide in the library for weeks and never be found.
I logged in to a computer and started searching. Three hours later I had found
nothing. Granted, a couple initials weren’t much to go off, but still.
    What
was the point of the note bringing me here if whoever wrote it didn’t want to
actually meet me? I gave up for the time being, logged off and wandered back
onto campus.
    I
eventually wound up on the campus green, just across from the Lab. With its
tallness and onyx colored siding, it was a good reference point. A familiar
figure hurried past, head down, eyes glued to the sidewalk.
    “Matt!”
    Matt
looked to the sky as though some heavenly being had just called him.
    “Down
here, Matt.”
    “Oh.
Hello, Drake.”
    “Where
you going?”
    Matt
pulled the straps of his backpack up higher. “Forward.”
    “You
mind if I join you?”
    Matt
gave me a look like the very suggestion was foreign to him.   “I…suppose. I’m going to the Lab.”
    “Great.”
    Matt
stood there for a second longer, then heaved his pack up again and continued
walking. We stopped at the front doors to the Lab. Matt had begun to awkwardly
shift from foot to foot.
    “I
don’t really know if I’m supposed to—but if you want you can come look
inside—for a bit. Actually, I don’t really want you to, Cody just said I
should try to be more friendly—”
    “That’d
be cool,” I said. His blubbering was painful to watch.
    That
seemed to make up Matt’s mind and he led me inside. The sliding doors clicked
softly behind us. The inside floor and walls were a deep black marble inlaid
with white chips of something. A reception desk sat on the left under
glittering lights. Matt waited until the lady behind the desk wasn’t looking
and shuffled quickly, head down, to a painting-lined corridor just beyond and
into an elevator. He pressed a button. We started up and he let out a sigh of
relief.
    “The
things I do for friends,” he lamented.
    “Thanks?”
I tried.
    “I
make such noble sacrifices,” Matt continued, oblivious to me.
    Before
he could congratulate himself anymore, the elevator dinged and the doors
opened.
                  We stepped into what I could only call a super secret science lab. Now,
I didn’t get to read many comic books when I lived in Bhutan. The only one I
saw was when a friend of my mom’s stowed Space Explorer Defeats Dr. Nefarious in one of the care packages. In one
scene Space Explorer bursts into Dr. Nefarious’ lab, full of exotic gadgets,
flashing lights and springy things. That’s pretty much what this place looked
like.
    A
long white hallway stretched before us, slicing straight between glass panes on
either side. Rooms filled with mechanical arms, test tubes, bubbling beakers
and kids in lab coats scurrying around behind glass sliding doors and broad
windows. Before I could drift off and watch a kid moving a mechanical arm with
only wires pasted to his skull, Matt led me towards one of the rooms near the
back with a keypad panel on the wall.
    “We
get our own rooms to work,” Matt said. “Good thing too. I couldn’t possibly
work with those imbeciles.” He grimaced as the robotic arm swung around and
knocked over another kid. “Imbeciles,” he repeated. He punched in a code and
the door opened.
    There
wasn’t much in their room. Parts to something littered one corner, a large
black telescope sat in the middle, and piles of crumpled