Another happy memory from when he was a child. Memories of his mother making him breakfast, the light touch of her hand as she combed her fingers through his hair. The pleasant smell of food as it cooked and even that of those he did not eat. Such as the coffee that he could hear peculate in the pot on the stove. The rich aroma filled the kitchen, mingled with the soft melodious voice of his mother who hummed some tune he could not recall the name. Whether or not he could actually recall it before would also be hard pressed.<br/><br/>At one point he recalled his father had entered the room and sat down across from him at the table.  There were no words exchanged between them, at least not at first. Each male seemed content to be in their own world and seemed more than content to stay there. It was not until his father began to levitate some of the crayons he had sitting beside him. At first Tom seemed to not care or even notice, but then the crayon was brought into his view. For a moment, he was just like a normal child, connected to the world around him and engaging with those who cared for him. The colorful stick danced before his eyes and he clapped, then giggled, everyone was so happy.<br/><br/>Something outside caught his attention, the smile faded from his face, his eyes lost focus and he just went blank to the world. The crayon was snatched from the air, the tip pressed down onto the table and he began to draw. Lines turned to shapes, the shapes turned to people and soon there was an entire scene scribbled on their kitchen table. A disturbing one…<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://www.theblaze.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/simcity.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>From then on his parents were not sure what to think about their son or the extent of his gifts and talents. This is what landed him in the facility in the first place, locked away from the world and used as a counter weapon against the perceived enemies of the Government. If only he worked better than the random images he managed to generate which were helpful when they could decipher them. Such as the latest one he drew.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs41/f/2009/048/3/e/the_six_million_dollar_cow_by_jOuey_.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs41/f/2009/048/3/e/the_six_million_dollar_cow_by_jOuey_.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a></div><br/><br/>Perhaps some farm somewhere was going to have a plague or something?