No. Please, please, no. That sounded too much like his own ability, far, far too much, and that was the last thing that he would have wished on Noah. His gut clenched in fear as he finally got the battery package open, turning the robot over and placing the batteries into it one at a time, "Was it like you could see all of the parts being put into place in your mind? Like it was already built before you'd even started to touch it?"
If Noah said yes, he didn't know what he was going to do. He couldn't allow his son to go through the same thing that he had. He just couldn't allow him to have to undergo this strain.