Orro sat up in his bed on the third ring of his alarm, quickly silencing it. A new day meant a new outcome to his project. Exactly twenty-five seconds later, after letting himself wake up, Orro took six steps to his drawer. Orro moved in such a fashion that one would think his movements are being manipulated by a remote control.
Twenty six seconds passed, Orro dressed. First goal of the day complete and already ahead of schedule. However, he did not feel complete. Still Orro had time to spare before he could water his plants. Looking around the room, Orro counted the seconds in his head, seeing swirls of color, random shapes taking formation, and even solving an equation before getting to thirty. Once again, him and time had fallen apart from each other.
Orro filled the potted plants each with the same amount of water. Once finished, Orro picked up his briefcase and out the door. The door had to be locked, both locks. No exceptions. It was the only way he could be assured that his room would be deemed safe to re-enter. Orro turned to his left, walking towards the bridge that would eventually lead him to his proper wing. On the way Orro has his tendency to stop at the first set of vendor machines to get a quick snack that he considered his breakfast. No matter what size his daily choice came in, he could not eat or drink more than the exact amount that had already been picked in his mind for him.
Making his way to the bridge a smile came across his face as beloved numbers came to his mind. Beautiful color schemes, beautiful shapes, beautiful equations showed themselves to him in full array.
"Three hundred eighty two." Orro smiled, looking at the directory.
Orro continued his stride down the right corridor that would eventually lead him to Wing Omega. While walking, Orro reached into his briefcase pulling out a letter sent down from his superiors asking him to further explain his findings on Multiple Subject Telepathy with high distraction. A smirk grew on Orro's face as he flipped the page reading the different hypothesis' that his fellow scientists stated before their very first attempt.
Sigh
Orro looked up to notice the lab doors coming up. Rushing to put the letter back in his briefcase, Orro almost missed his lab door.
