We are still in Warner Asimov's Point of View (but it will change later on for this epilogue)
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A knock on the door, followed by a high-pitched voice, disrupted our train of thoughts. It was a recognizable sound that I did not forget. I rose from my seat and greeted the boy before he could even step foot inside my office.
"Clement…. It's good to see you, my boy! How are you feeling today? Do you need an additional skill? Do you want some cool armour?" I asked, and went to my father-mode. "Are you perhaps hungry? My team and I made something inspired by your favourite fast food! I know you love those burgers, champ. That's why I made them all for you."
While that scene happened, I requested Katya to grab a seat for my boy. My secretary rushed towards the side and brought a comfy chair filled with cotton and a blanket. I wanted the best for my son and would give everything to him.