Forrester take himself a nice refreshing swig of his pop. It kills the bad taste in his mouth, though an aftertaste remains. As he looks at his watch, he realizes that he's quite a bit late. "Dammit!" He moves quickly to class. This hour it's History.
As he walks in, the teacher is lecturing on the Nazis and their attempts at creating psychic ubermensch. He is an old looking goat, with one side of his face covered in a cybernetic prosthesis, ruby lensed eye gleaming. He wears a long scientist jacket. Strange for a history teacher.
"Their experiments ended up failing frequently, the subjects sometimes going brain dead, others developing powers that they couldn't control. These either got themselves killed or were- Ohhhh, good to see that you could make it after all, Forrester. Take a seat. We'll talk later."
Forrester takes a seat in the back and gets his history stuff out.