"Good morning! How are you today?" I came in the cube with the boy's breakfast. He was reading a book while lying on his bed.
"Oh, hey, I'm fine." He closed the book. "Yeah, good morning, by the way, heh." He smirked.
As the ambassador said, the boy woke up after 13 days. He was calm and said he didn't know who he was and where he was from. His name was a mystery for him as well. I asked the boy what name he would prefer he answered: "you saved me so you can choose". Since I wasn't particularly creative, I named him Tom.
Today was a sixteenth day of his 'decontamination protocol'. Tom was fine, no spores, no... something strange, but the ambassador said, and I quote: "The hierarchy needs this stupid shit.". Then she said something of how deep her hate for this job is rooted... And... Well, it's not my place to give any advice.
Tom put the book aside, grabbed a tray with his breakfast and started eating eagerly.
"Wow, hold on, boy! Your breakfast is not going to run away from you." I laughed.
"Okay, mo-o-o-om." He smirked.
Ah! Quite a little devil he is... Smart, sarcastic, chaotic in some way. My "son", huh. At least that how everyone call him - "Mara's son".
"You told that, not me."
"Do you have something against it?" He sipped his tea and returned to the remaining pancake on a plate.
"I will be a horrible parent..."
"Well, we'll check it out then." He winked at me.
The sun shone through his white head of curls. He reminded me a dandelion.