1. It was a scrape that he hardly noticed.

Sure, there was a

bit of blood but it was minor compared to most of the other
cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures. There
was no way he could know that the rock that produced the
cut had alien genetic material on it that was now racing
through his bloodstream. He felt perfectly normal and
continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was
about to happen to him.

2. The robot clicked disapprovingly, gurgled briefly inside its

cubical interior and extruded a pony glass of brownish
liquid. "Sir, you will undoubtedly end up in a drunkard's
grave, dead of hepatic cirrhosis," it informed me virtuously
as it returned my ID card. I glared as I pushed the glass
across the table.

3. He had three simple rules by which he lived. The first was

to never eat blue food. There was nothing in nature that
was edible that was blue. People often asked about
blueberries, but everyone knows those are actually purple.
He understood it was one of the stranger rules to live by,
but it had served him well thus far in the 50+ years of his
life.

4. He watched as the young man tried to impress everyone

in the room with his intelligence. There was no doubt that
he was smart. The fact that he was more intelligent than
anyone else in the room could have been easily deduced,
but nobody was really paying any attention due to the fact
that it was also obvious that the young man only cared
about his intelligence.
5. She sat in the darkened room waiting. It was now a
standoff. He had the power to put her in the room, but not
the power to make her repent. It wasn't fair and no matter
how long she had to endure the darkness, she wouldn't
change her attitude. At three years old, Sandy's stubborn
personality had already bloomed into full view.