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Chapter 41

RUBIN

“This is the usual ethics. You use the knife and fork for fine dining. You don’t grab food!” I sighed, biting my lip – I know about this already.

“Cars are the carriages you are talking about yesterday. Can you tell me what motorcycles are?” I pondered for a moment, putting my finger under my chin and tapping it, “It’s, uh, it’s like the same thing with cars only that motorcycles have two wheels like bicycles but run on machines and operated with gasoline.” Newman smirks as he sat across me, watching us with his curious green eyes that almost matches mine. I smiled back and huffed as Aeon pass me different pictures. “Humans are not that observant, so you can passed most of this as simple ignorance or twisted joke but the crucial thing here is this,” he waves the black pad and gave me a wide grin which I scowled at. He passed the phone at me and take his own, showing me, “The top, smooth part is called the screen. You tap it once or twice and it reacts.” The so called