Twenty-five days after the public availability of Tetris...
Fifteen days after the Lucas-Graphics Group deal...
Six days after the Golden Globes...
And two days after the Challenger disaster...
January 30, 1986 ca into the corner.
There are really not a lot of notable events to talk about on this day. After all, everything outside is still prolific-ly putting their attention on the Challenger.
However, this day was quite noteworthy in the Creed household.
The 30th of January happens to be Alexander's birthday... and this was the day he turns eleven!
A celebration is in order.
However, they have to address a little sothing first.
These kinds of things are usually straightforward but it becos a bit complex when the birthday boy in question is just quite quirky.
It has also been established that said birthday boy has beco even more quirky in the days leading to this special day.
There was no denying that the boy has established himself to be really goal-oriented and steady. However, his steadiness seems to have beco a bit too much.
Alexander was still Alexander but there was sothing subtly different about his actions for these past couple of days.
He was quite engrossed with his new computers, Chaos unit project, and Pixar's submitted technologies... that he's hardly had ti for anything else.
He even went back to long-term leaves of absences from school... which isn't really that concerning since he's done that a lot of tis.
What's concerning is the fact that he wasn't sleeping because of all the all-nighters and didn't do any morning runs anymore.
To those who know him... no matter how busy he was, he always managed to set aside so ti for regular sleep and morning runs.
Clearly, sothing was up.
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Old Sullivan, who is finally ho after many months of far-location film production, had long been clued in and it was ti to see the extent of it.
He was already by Alex's door but he had reservations about going inside. His old bones were apprehensive of what he might uncover in the room.
Hopefully, it wasn't as bad as he thinks it is.
"Alex went computer crazy, Grandpa Sullivan." Seeing grandpa Sullivan pausing, Little Milla pointed out. "Now I get why he seed scared and gloomy when he looked at the computer during his last birthday."
"I should have known better." The grandpa could only sigh as he shook his head in dismay. "It's his art phase all over again."
"Art phase?" Courteney, who was visiting in to celebrate along, was curious.
"It's Alex's mourning process that leads to certain fixations and habits." Old Sullivan still rembered it like yesterday. "As shocked and hurt as I was of the news that I lost my son and my daughter-in-law forever... the toll of the whole accident was so much more on little Alex."
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"You need to know that the boy lost both his parents at a very young age." There was only so little that could be done to help with the trauma of a young one, especially if oneself is in mourning as well. "Although I was present, I was not any help at all."
"Cute little Alex beca quiet, closed off, reclusive, and beca the odd person you know him to be." Old Sullivan kids most of the ti about Alex's apathy, indifference, and emotionless-ness but it is sothing quite deep-rooted. "You know him to be quite the artsy and creative boy... but to get to that point, he drew and doodled a lot... and he's done that as a coping chanism and a way to rember the tis that he had with his mom."
Of course, that doesn't explain the sudden spike of art skill that Alex had when he made the Back to the Future picture book and onwards after that... but that is a detail that a proud grandfather didn't care for when his grandson had beco more proactive and driven.
"Sorry..." Now, Courteney felt bad. "I shouldn't have asked."
"Don't be." Old Sullivan didn't mind. "I thought that everything is relatively fine with all that has happened, however, sothing clearly isn't."
"The computer that Milla ntioned happened to be my son's... and this current developnt might be another round of coping and mourning." Old Sullivan didn't discount that the computer must have triggered sothing that Alex repressed. "In retrospect, it was careless of to gift sothing like that as a birthday gift."
"It is nice of you guys to worry but I'm fine." A voice ca from the room and a tired-looking Alexander opened the door himself.
"I'm sleepy though... so..." He yawned. "...can we discuss your theories about my computer craziness for another ti?"
"That apparent lack of sleep is a problem already." Old Sullivan pointed out as he barged right in to get to the root of things.
The computer was in the sa spot as always but there are a lot of other computer-like boxes in the room as well.
With the na Pixar branded on these unfamiliar machines, it is safe to assu that these are from his grandson's recent business deal.
Aside from this techy stuff... there are a lot of papers littered and piled around so nooks and shelves of the room.
Piles of papers aren't a surprise in Alexander's room with all his comic book draftings of all the future Creed Comics titles.
The problem is that the boy is usually organized when it ca to doing things like this.
Also, the legible phrases in these papers were indicating things that are not comic book related.
"What are these?" Old Sullivan asked.
"Uhm... I got a bit engrossed with what I was doing..." Alexander had to admit that this wasn't looking good at all. He wasn't usually a slob but the combination of Chaos and the Graphics Group's proprietary 3D software he's recently gotten hands with was quite enthralling.
He was soone who appreciates good codes and programs... and him having unprecedented freedom with them... is well... free-ing to say the least.
The grandpa had a lot to say about the grandson's engrossnt... but his old bones were sort of engrossed with the papers he was picking up.
Old Sullivan had to admit that the content that was written in them was sothing else.
E-Sports. The gradual competitive developnt of video gas.
32-bit and 64-bit. The shift to 3D gaming and graphics.
ChaosWall: Better than Firewalls.
Creed Map: 3D Map of the World.
Creed Account. Achievents, Badges, Experience, and Loyalty. E-mail?
VFX. Creed Graphics/Pixar plus Creed Pictures plus Creed Costus.
Chaos. Rendering costly render farms obsolete.
Creed Chaos Cloud. Theoretically Infinite?
Creed Chaos Network. Hive-like? Bluetooth? Internet?
All-round Emulation. PC, Ho Console, and Handheld Parity.
Pixar plus Creed Animations. Importance of drawing pads and touchscreen.
AI-ification of Chaos? Jarvis-esque.
As Old Sullivan read on and piled these ssy papers up... he was quiet... he didn't know what to say... he didn't even know what most of this stuff was.
However, it felt bold. Grand even. If this was keeping up Alex for most nights, then it was understandable.
Of course, the boy still had to be admonished. "Don't overdo yourself next ti, Alex."
Alexander was already snoozing in his bed though.
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A quirky birthday boy indeed.
He was so quirky that a birthday celebration was so close to not being able to happen.
Fortunately, with a bit of sleep, Alexander had the motivation for it.
The feast, the cake, the singing of happy birthday, and the giving of gifts... along with relatively comfortable people.
It wasn't much but it'll do. It's just how Alexander likes it.
It isn't exactly ideal with the whole process being gone through when it was already very late evening... but hey... it is what it is.
Besides, isn't there sothing poetic about commorating turning eleven at the eleventh hour?
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