2 weeks and some days later it's a sunday and Moto has just finished his daily service at the church. Every day he spends 3 hours learning theology from his brother, Nate. He already got approved by a famous university, Harvard, to teach him, and Nate was very good at teaching him; he practically got everything memorized! Walking out felt like a breath of fresh air; looking around the place, he saw the massive sun, which grew bright this time around, filling Moto with joy.
His friend Marco met with him. "Hey Marco, want to go hang out at the beach?" "There's a beach here." Moto seemed surprised that a place like this would have a beach. "Yeah, it's outside. Wait, I just realized you have not even been outside yet!" Marco said, shocked. "I mean, I have been kind of busy with my theology classes." "You already did them for the day; let's just go outside and relax. I bought you clothes too 1000 miles nearby so get changed into them." Marco walked away, going up the staircase nearby outside and he shrugged.
Moto didn't really care for exploring, just gaining new knowledge. He went to his room, which was a master bedroom in the living quarters. Everybody here slept in everything white, which they could customize and build using the E.A.I.B (Experienced Artificial Intelligence Builder) to build out the layout using the white tablet they got by Moto got an extra room where he could control other rooms and a lot more features, like having his own waitress instead of a robot.
When Moto went inside, he froze and realized something... "Wait, Nate does not even trust him to have a room like the soldiers who live here, so how did he get..." Moto's eyes widened, and he looked around his pockets for his keyboard; it was not there but on the table. He rushed to the kitchen and it was a mess with crumbs everywhere! Before Moto could get angry, he closed the door and thought of the saints and what they went through.
"Saint Peter was hanged upside down."
"Saint James was beheaded."
"Saint Thomas was blown by spears."
Moto thought that anytime he was in trouble or at risk or stressed or angry, people went through worse and like to think of the Saints for an example. He then went to his bedroom to see what his swimming suit was and it was so small not even an infant could wear it. Not just that, it was pink and green, the worst combination of colors! He threw that in the trash and decided to buy his own swimming trunks just to go to the beach, which were completely black shorts and that's it.
He went up to the surface and found the beach pretty quick; looking at the waves, he slowly walked to him, and then in fox form, Marco jumped on Moto, surprising him. Moto jumped and fell on the sand eating shit. "Marco, what the fuck?" Moto yelled at him. Still in fox form, Marco laughed. "I'm just playing with you," Moto sighed and then noticed there was a volleyball match going on.
He walked over and asked to place. "Oh, you're Nate's brother? Everybody's been talking about how smart you were. Calling you "scholar boy" because although you're just a boy, they believe you'll be a good scholar one day." Moto smiled at the thought of other people thinking that he's good. "But me personally, I don't think that. I think you're just an imp." His expression looked like a rich man looking down at the poor, then his enlightened expression came up: "But I'll let you play with us anyway!"
The game was hell for Moto because the guy made everything he did a living hell. He would just throw the ball down as hard as he could at Moto, not expecting it would miss and get flamed by his teammates. Although some people hated him, it was not that bad here.