I don't know since when, but after my dream of becoming a cheetah faded, I was a little paranoid and wanted to become an "evil mad scientist" and it was perfect, I had all the qualities I thought they were. People have always called me creepy, weird, or crazy. I didn't think it was that bad because there was respect towards me with knowledge. I was a hyperactive, energetic, curious and problematic boy, far from the Japanese stereotype. Maybe they still are. The driving force of my actions was "I want to know" or "it seems fun", everything in this world seemed to be amazing and I was motivated by everything around me. I read a lot, especially about astronomy and yetis, encyclopedias and comics. Comics had a special effect on me. Unlike the other books, they were not facts but imagination. They provided me with knowledge, deep interest in the things that appeared in it, and imagination. I started to have a bad habit of daydreaming, like thinking what the fourth dimension is and how to create a four-dimensional pocket....