「Early in the morning, at Dr. Fabric's house.」
His wife was preparing breakfast.
"How's your color Magic Vision Device coming along?"
"Not well." Dr. Fabric had deep, dark circles under his eyes and was mechanically tapping his head lightly against the table.
'He didn't know why he was doing it. The pressure was probably getting to him.'
The pressure wasn't coming from the Zog Group's assignment.
Zog had given him a strict order, but the deadline was generous. Research and development wasn't something you could just do on command.
Besides, the bonus he'd received for the black-and-white Magic Vision Device alone was enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Fabric's anxiety stemmed mainly from his dissatisfaction with his own lack of results for so long.
After the Magic Vision Device took off, he had regained his confidence for a while, believing he still had some talent after all.
However, as time went on, that confidence was slowly eroded away.
