when: 28 august 2021
where: knightman home
who: @moiraxlibs
It was Saturday evening and Oliver sat on the couch trying to get the universal remote set up. It seemed ridiculous to have ten different remotes to operate ten different aspects of the television. It was trying to set the damn thing up that was the trick. He managed to finally get the remote to respond to each device, though, as he sat back and was now making sure he could switch between each setting and operate the television fully.
“I think I’ve got it,” he shouted out to Moira as every aspect of the television seemed to be working just fine. “We should get get some food after this. Chinese. Maybe Mexican. What’re you in the mood for?” It was still part of Shabbat, which meant Saturdays had become their official take out days. He could switch between cable channels, switch to all the online subscriptions they had, adjust the volume, and even operate the separate sound system that had been Oliver’s contribution when they combined their things and moved into the house.
Oliver felt his phone going off now and he put the remote down, pulling his cell from his back pocket and looking to see an email notification. He opened it up wondering if it was about a job he was meant to be working on. They kept emailing him every other day to ask him if he was done. Oliver was ready to just lock himself up in his office for the rest of the weekend to get it done just to get them off his back. As he opened up the email, he realized it was not about the job. Instead an email sat there: “Your genetic results are ready! Click here to access your account and get your results.” All he could do was stare, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. His DNA had been tested. He was about to find out what lay in his blood, in his genetics.