The fact that he can take toys that came right out of the box and use them to counteract actual weaponry is a bit scary.
He’s got degrees in more fields than some people knew existed. He’d learned chemistry and tensile strength to test the toys. He’d learned engineering while interning in the R&D department as a teen.

His whole life had been wrapped up in the company his father started. It had been the biggest part of his childhood, sneaking down into the basement to watch his father invent.

And when he’d been six years old and shy, still reeling from the shock of Mother’s death, Father had given him Sissy.

“This is your sister. You’re responsible for teaching her all about life. And she’s responsible for keeping you happy and safe.” Those words had come from the throat of his father’s personal assistant. Because while Father was much to busy to say the words himself, he’d still made Sissy.

On first sight, she was glossy plastic, humanoid in only the generalist of senses.

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