NOHEROES

[attr="class","aki"]the library wasn't always empty, but it was almost always silent. he could hear the jostling of paper from the student desks, the tapping of keyboards becoming thunderclaps at every stroke. he screwed up his nose, furrowed his brow, so cautious of making noise himself that he used his power freely, checking emails without lifting a finger.
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to a student looking the screen was a semi-blur of windows opening and closing, being tapped for later and brought up again a few seconds after another. blue highlight signalled copy/paste. he could hammer out emails and engine searches in less than a second and take in the results in just double the time. he may not have been much of a reader, or a standard intellectual, but he could consume information faster than most. though not entirely machine, his brain had certainly adapted to being housed in one.
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he'd spotted a blond kid enter the room. the only reason he remembered him was because the guy had sunglasses on while indoors. isaiah may or may not had tutted and gotten back to work. as much as this was considered work. it was for the server, that much he knew. the complaints he had received already about slow wifi and internet had peaked at around 100 messages a day and a few students coming up to him and complaining in person.
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inside this bubble he was comfortable. the silence was welcomed today, as his mind had been prone to wandering recently. the incident at the bank was still fresh in his mind. his back still had a hole in it, deeper than he'd expected of a normal 9mm round.
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he checked his watch and almost rose to get lunch when a collosal crash tore his attention away from the growing hunger in his stomach and to the bookshelves. a couple students had yelped, fixated of whatever mess was down around the corner. they then looked at him expectantly. isaiah sighed and logged off the computer behind the desk and stood.
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what he found was the only possible thing he could have. a student - sunglasses, no less - in a sprawl of books and rolling ladder and smashed something. his eyebrow practically flew off his face, hands tucked into his trouser pockets. he shifted his weight and examined the scene as a forensic scientist would.
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isaiah tilted his head towards the kid. "you're cleaning up this one, kid." what a joke

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