Runaway Stars

The fourth GameCube was almost repaired. Remi had worked on and off on it for a couple of months, but the more he visualized its completion, the more he wanted to work on it. A cycle of fixation overcame him, in which he’d need to see his project to the end regardless of rest, or if it would even work. Polly came into his room, finding him concentrated, tinkering with a screwdriver and a bunch of carefully separated screws. Naturally, she worried about him, and when she worried, she’d make tea instead of coffee. “So… how’s that one going?” She looked over Remi’s shoulder, placing the warm cup on the side of the desk without any loose parts. He seemed to be suddenly taken out of a trance, only noticing Polly’s presence when she spoke. “I have a good feeling about this one.” he took a step back and looked at the GameCube, as if to analyze it from another perspective. “Actually, I think I might need to get another laser. I wanted to see if I could calibrate this one, but it seems it’s...