"You want to see how I view the world?" Sci asks.

"A Asgardian does not make what you did in the room without visualizing it," I said. "So yes, I do."

We are in a elevator.

"You asked," Sci said.

Sci puts one hand on my shoulder.

The elevator changes in a way that the walls become clear through glass, strange unusual words surrounding various images reminding me of a crowded drawing board in letters, images, and numbers beyond understanding that only a mortal leading in their field would be able to understand. I saw through the walls seeing the walls had become glass like showing fields of grass coming to an end at a large barrier pressed alongside several buildings, and the sky blue as it can be. I saw a flying car with wing blades to the side while the shape of it resembled a heating iron with only two wheels like a bicycle.

"You see this every day?" I ask.

"I do," Sci said. "There is some beauty in it and some headaches."

The room Sci had 'improved' had quickly lost the improvements as: "Mortals do not discover the power to levitate tables until 3089 and projecting images without use of a projector until 3009. So, leaving behind inventions in the past will mess up my future and my accomplishments. That is why I must leave the room in the condition I had entered it in. That chemical you saw is a project I am working on."

Sci takes his hand off my shoulder.

The elevator doors open.

"Uncle," Sci said,holding his hand out in the middle of the doorway. A stick sprouts from his hand preventing the door from closing. "You cannot be there when I settle business with Drain."

"Why not?" I ask. "I want to see how you can over-power someone stronger than you; this time."

"Not the point," Sci said. "I have something that he does not."

"Which is?" I ask.

Sci snickers.

"That I can not tell," Sci said. "And I will return what is not mine after this occasion."

"Technically everything is not yours," I said.

Sci smiles.

"Not what you are thinking," Sci said. "I am sorry but you can not participate."

Next I found myself standing in the elevator without Sci and the door is closed. There is balls of light popping in and out in my eyes being red,orange, and yellow in a pattern of three. It is like I had stared at the sun for too long when really I did not.

"No fair," I said. "I will find a way to see."

Besides, I want to see how it turns out.