Me? Armando said. He shook his head. No, dear boy. Not me. Not anyone. Throughout the entirety of history there have only been a few Seers. Its not like theyre walking around all over the place. In fact, I wouldnt be surprised if you were the only living Seer on earth.

The thought hit Oliver like a bolt to the heart. What a lonely thing to exist with, being the only Seer. It was like being the last of a species.

How do I learn then? Oliver asked. If Im the only one? Who will teach me?

Armando reached forward then and patted Olivers hands. Enough. Lets not ask any more questions, Oliver. Ive already told you a lot. You need time to think about it and process it all. I dont want to overwhelm you all in one day.

I need to know, Oliver pleaded. My whole life Ive felt different and now I know thats because I am. If theres anything youre keeping from me, please tell me now. I just want to know.

Olivers throat felt dry and scratchy. His heart raced.

But Armando shook his head. All I will tell you is that this is just the beginning for you. There is more to come. Much, much more. He paused and looked deeply into Olivers eyes. One day, Oliver Blue, you will save mankind.

CHAPTER TEN

Oliver crawled into bed. He was so exhausted from the events of the day, from the bombshell Armando had dropped about him being a Seer.

But despite how strange and heavy his day had been, Oliver didnt approach sleep with any sense of dread. His dreams since arriving at the factory had been bizarre to say the least but never bad. Even with the weight of mankind now on his shoulders, Oliver was confident he would not have any nightmares.

It didnt take long for Oliver to fall into a deep slumber. In his dream, he was in the factory. It was the middle of the night and everything was very dark. All around him stood the giant robot machines that stood around the factory floor.

He heard a sound coming from the distance. He recognized it instantly as the whirring of an engine. As he peered through the gloom he saw a thin sliver of light coming from the direction of Armandos office.

He followed the light hurriedly, confused as the engine noise grew louder and louder, then hurried in through the door and blinked in the brightness of Armandos office.

It looked just the same as usual, except for one bizarre exception. There, standing in the middle of the room, was a large metal cocoon with frosted glass doors. It took up so much room there was hardly even any space to walk around it. Battling against the roaring engines, Oliver called out.

Armando? Where are you?