[color=6ecff6] [h1] [center] THOMAS LANCASTER [/center] [/h1] [/color]
[color=6ecff6] [h1] [center] Solaris Universatas - Thursday Morning [/center] [/h1] [/color][hr]
The 12-inch rims was rolling through the aisles of the University's Library, gently disturb the tranquility of the area. No blames were sent though. It was, after all, a polite reminder not to fall asleep during long hours of studies and research that could become tedious extensively. 

The wheelchair stopped at the PQ section of the library before making a ninety degrees rotation into the smaller quarter. Wedged on two sides were all books, collected from the most brilliant minds in history, past or present. Within these dozens of books contained merely a fraction of humanity's intelligence and knowledge. It was a poetic reminder of how lowly and humble a person's understanding of the world is. 

The man in the wheelchair knew exactly what he was looking for. [i]The Nature of Consciousness[/i], written sixteen years ago by a particular neuroscientist. She is not very well-known, but her worked had once been the center of debate for scientists of the age to discuss about the different theories of consciousness. Thomas had had some skepticism about each theories, as each served to explain only a part of what we are. A good theory is characterized by two factors: the first being the ability to explain large bodies of existing observation using as few arbitrary elements as possible, while the second being capable of predicting future events with those same elements. Most of these theories did explain specific events and observations, but could not for some. That could mean the theories were completely wrong, or they had a role different from what we imagined. And that was what he was going to find out, or hope to find out. That's probably the most interesting, but not for everyone, part of this job, as you are not at all stuck with a nine to five jobs where you do tasks you all know too well day after day. This job was like any adventurer's dream, and without dangers: travelling into the unknown. Yes, there are possibilities that you would run into a dead end, and you won't likely know if you do, possibly for an entire life. One life wasted into something worthless. It could happen. But in the name of science, it is worth the voyage. 

[color=6ecff6]"PQ 39.1 R212 2002 c.2"[/color]

After a bit of search, Thomas found the book he needed. And, thankfully, it was on the second stack, perfectly within his reach. 

Upon grabbing his book, Thomas rolled over to the desk nearby, where he intended to spend a few hours reading the book before going home. Jeanie said she would be making taco tonight, so he better not miss it.

Or so he thought...[hr]
Whilst cleaning the kitchen inside the two's apartment, the young woman, with her long, silky and lustrous black hair suddenly leaned over to slid her phone out of her pocket. It was buzzing her lap. A short whistle of the birds made it clear it was a text message notification. Taking it out of her pocket, she turned it around before pressing the home button, lightening the screen as power surge through the phone. It was Thomas.

[color=6ecff6][i]'Sorry to miss out on your taco night today, but I am currently occupied with my professor about my paper.'[/i][/color]

[color=green]"Again?"[/color] 

The lady chuckled amusingly and with a small bit of salt. Looks like Netflix is gonna be her companion for the night. 

She noticed she could scroll down in the message, as there was more

[color=6ecff6][i]'I may have found it this time.'[/i][/color]

[color=green][i]'Hmm...'[/i][/color]

That statement left her in thoughts for a while. The weather seems to be getting a lot colder tonight...