He felt invincible while driving that huge exoskeleton: he alone just repelled the bloody alien attack, saving the planet.

That heroic image vanished on his mind as soon as his back hit the ground with a loud clang, while those three kids who had just pushed him in the school yard were making fun of him.

Apparently, using metal braces on the legs was not a thing other people liked.

A tear slid down the boy's face sliding to the schoolyard and expanding to the end of its reach in a luxurious office, on the left foot of the director of the Moving the Skeleton bionic engineering company.

Looking through the huge window of his office, he thought about the powerful tool that tears were to achieve your goals.