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“Tech, are you listening?”
“Tech! A little help, please!”
“Tech, dinners ready!”
“Tech, are you busy right now?”
“Tech, the tookas are on the loose again!”
“Tech have you seen my…?”
“Tech, can you gimme a few pointers?”
“Tech, we need you here right now!”
“Tech, can you just put that thing down for a moment !”
“Tech, the Marauder is on fire!”
“Tech, can you do my homework please?”
“Tech, what is a light year? Is it something less heavy than a normal year?”
“Tech, the refresher bowl is clogged again!”
“Tech, we need ya in here! Life of death kinda situation!!!”
“Teeeeeeech!!!!”
Alas, there is no answers to any of the request from his batch mates.
As Tech, was quite busy with his data-pad. Always tapping, always calculating, constantly searching, sometimes saving but continuously recording everything he found interesting and that, was a lot!
The data-pad having become almost an extension of his hand. Tech certainly never leaving home without the device. It was the single most thing Tech always kept close by and the one thing he never left behind.
And why would Tech give the data-pad up? To leave it behind? To let go from his hand?
It had everything Tech needed on it.
It was Tech’s whole galaxy fitted into a tiny box of a gadget of a thing, and quite easy to carry around as well.
And so, Tech kept on tap, tap, tapping on his neat little device. Fingers flying across the keys while inserting data every single minute of the rotation, sometimes even in his sleep!
But not only that. As Tech was rather happy doing just that. Tap, tap, tapping on the data-pad.
Keeping tabs on everything and everywhere all at once. The whole of the galaxy at his fingertips.
There certainly was nothing wrong with that!