[1989: pp. 20–21]
[2003: pp. 24–25]
STARRING CAST 2
YOUR DEAR FRIEND
True, confining yourself to the laboratory is one adventure, but you ought to surface occasionally. The world outside, now that's one huge lab.
LLOYD
Age: 11
Height: 149 cm [about 4' 11"]
Weight: 40 kg [about 88.2 lbs]
Blood Type: AB
Hair Color: Gray
Time Spent Sleeping: Three Hours
He Now Makes the Most Out of Life
Lloyd's Scrapbook
He's worn glasses since birth. That's what everyone who knows this young boy, Lloyd, believes without a doubt (even he himself!). He was born in Thanksgiving, and he'll probably never live anywhere else, even if he lives to age 94.
When he came into the world, he was 10 days and 10 hours past his due date, because he'd been wishing he could cancel his coming out of his mom's tummy. Even on the big occasion of leaving the hospital, he didn't much care for the outside world, and wouldn't let anyone besides his mother carry him, no ifs, ands or buts.
In short, he's a weakling, and a stubborn one at that.
What brought this kid's reputation up a tiny bit was his big invention when he was four: Bathroom TV (Dedicated to Einstein)™. The idea was, through the use of four mirrors, you could enjoy the picture on the living room TV while soaking in the bathtub. As for those words in the parentheses there, you could call it proof of the exceptional impact the Theory of Relativity had on Lloyd when he found it in his father's bookshelf at age three.
And, when he was eight, Lloyd made an important announcement to everyone in his class. "I will have my Time Machine (Dedicated to Einstein)™ finished by next week!" Sure, he had an incredible determination, but as the announcement came from the inside of a plastic industrial bucket he was using to hide from his bullies, I guess it was only the cleaning lady who heard him.
Daytime! How Illogical Can You Get!
A Day in the Life of Lloyd
Lloyd's rise-and-shine begins with the words "GoOd MoRnInG", the voice he input into his Apple computer. He'd fallen asleep gazing into his microscope again.
Once Lloyd finishes breakfast with his father, who understands him well and even shares the exact same food preferences, he grabs his bag and heads for Tinkle Elementary School (it's afterward that his mom gets up).
At school, Lloyd's least-favorite hour is PE class. When it's his turn at the vaulting-horse or the horizontal bar, everyone mocks him together. Even the teacher joins in. "A cricket could jump that," he grumbles with folded arms. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you? ..." Well, if you ask Lloyd, that teacher's an enemy to science (you read that right!). He probably thinks what the teacher says has no theoretical basis.
But the admirable thing about Lloyd is that he never tries to get out of school by, say, faking illness. He's more competitive than most. When he fixes his glare on the vaulting-horse, his favorite theme, the one from Ben-Hur, blares triumphantly in his head.
And when he gets home, massaging his bruises from the vaulting-horse, the fun science time with just him and his father begins. Until he falls asleep on his microscope pillow. ...
HIS FAVORITE THINGS
Theory of Relativity Book
The tingling sensation he felt race through his three-year-old body at the sight of this book's spine is something Lloyd hasn't forgotten to this day. If anything, he now seems to believe: "There's no doubt about it! I'm the reincarnation of Einstein, this book's author!"
Tool Kit
Lloyd's very first tool kit. It's also the only one that wasn't confiscated by his mother, because this one had small pieces and couldn't take apart her brand-new washing machine, like she was afraid he'd do. Of course, it's no longer a set of tools to him but a memento.
PC Software
When cries of, "You piece of crap!" can be heard from Lloyd's room, it either means he messed up an experiment, or a PC game made a fool out of him: a message like ERROR or GAME OVER came on the monitor, and it got him hot under the collar.
CelluLloyd Glasses
There's only one person on Earth who knows what Lloyd looks like without his glasses, and that's Lloyd. He's also secretly proud of that fact (kind of a pitiful thing to be proud of, but hey). Also, it seems like he thinks his longish eyelashes are pretty neat.
Superman Doll
One of the few exceptions Lloyd makes to his unyielding disapproval of things with no scientific basis is Superman. Perhaps he sees himself in Clark Kent, a man who, day to day, pretends to be mild-mannered.
Championship Trophy
(Pan-American Concentration
Tournament: Junior Division)
It's a tournament without much fame to speak of, sponsored by a maker of playing cards. Putting on a display of memory so powerful one could say a god had taken over his faculties, Lloyd swept the championship there. Sure, the trophy he got at the time certainly looked to other people like a prized possession, but for his part, it seems he was happier to get his hands on a lump of Cu (copper), which he needed for his experiments. The stand is all that's left of it now.
Thanks to Lone for clarification on なかなかイイ線いってる (how Lloyd feels about his eyelashes).
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