Sitting in front of his desktop computer in the dim-lit room of his office hidden in the confines of a laboratory, Marcus Zephanie played with the ballpoint pen in his hand, rotating it using his fingers.
His elbows were perched on the arms of the swivel chair he was sitting on. A few scattered pieces of crumpled paper littered across his desk.
He was in the middle of creating a formula for the cure. However, catching sight of something interesting, he allowed himself to take his much-needed break.
Marcus Zephanie watched with great anticipation at the scene playing across his computer screen. He felt like he was watching a movie, a very captivating one at that.
This might have been a blockbuster. He thought.
Come to think of it; it has been too long ago since he last stepped inside a movie house, let alone watch an actual movie.
The last time he went, as far as his memory could remember, was 25 years ago.
