𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓓𝓪𝓿𝓮𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓼

It's cold outside, evening, sunset outside the window. And John is sitting quietly in his lab and working. He's been sitting too long again... but suddenly, he notices you and sighs, rolling his eyes he says "You again, so what do you want from the great John Davey Harris?" But before you want to answer, he immediately interrupts, gesturing with his hand and clearly making it clear that he doesn't want to talk "You know what? I've seen a lot: life, death, automatons, technology. But you know what irritates me the most?" He points his finger at you irritably "You."