Bedtime came, and with it the obligatory period of sleep, much of the night for the two teenagers. The agonizing periods of product testing were enough to see to that. The sun in all of its round and blazing glory peeked over the horizon with some fingers of red and orange glow, and then the first slivers of the old soul’s form, followed over a period of time by the rest of the star’s bulk. The light from this benevolent, beloved celestial body shone down upon its third orbiter and chased away the night with customary efficiency. Haze and fog burned off, the morning shone clear. Light pierced its way through the window blinds of John Adamson’s window at the testing facility, an old school building. It shone in narrow slivers upon his blanket, and presently it danced in his face and stirred him to wakefulness.

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