Judge Harmon tosses Devon’s carefully organized papers aside without reading a single page. And why bring this contraption into my courthouse of all places? The environmental committee meets here monthly, Devon answers.
I was formally invited to present my findings. Dr. Williams can confirm there’s a scheduled meeting.
Judge Harmon scrolls through his messages with deliberate slowness. Says nothing about any student presentations here today.
Devon’s stomach tightens into a hard knot.
The confirmation email was sent last week to every committee member, including those who regularly use this building. Are you telling me how to do my job? The judge’s voice hardens into pure steel.
No, sir. I’m simply providing accurate information. Judge Harmon stands abruptly and circles the bench, looming over Devon with deliberate intimidation. Listen carefully, boy. I’ve been on this bench for twenty years.
I’ve heard every excuse, every fabricated story, every clever scheme imaginable.
I understand, your honor, but— No interruptions! His heavy hand slams down onto the table with enough force to send pieces of Devon’s project scattering across the floor. A delicate sensor crashes hard against the polished wood and breaks. This equipment could interfere with sensitive courthouse systems, the judge declares.
Devon watches months of irreplaceable research break apart before his eyes. Sir, that’s months of carefully collected data. Research? Judge Harmon laughs, a harsh and humorless sound. Is that what they call it in your neighborhood now? Where did you really get these parts? Who actually built this for you?
I designed and built every component myself, Devon replies with quiet dignity. The parts were purchased with grant money awarded by the State Science Foundation after a rigorous application process.
Judge Harmon’s jaw tightens visibly. A likely story. Let me be perfectly clear. This courthouse is not your personal science fair. He picks up a circuit board and examines it with exaggerated, theatrical suspicion. We’ll hold this device for a full security inspection.
You can wait in the hallway until the committee meeting. And my presentation materials? If they somehow confirm your story, you’ll get your property back. Judge Harmon’s smile never reaches his cold eyes. Maybe eventually. Or maybe not.
