It is recommended that you watch the movie first to understand because some parts were cut from the movie but written from Fisher's point of view.

Robert Fisher Jr.

Eames

Salutations to the god Christopher Nolan

P.S. Nolan wrote this story for about 8 years. I wrote about 3 versions of this story. Each version is about an hour. But nothing can be compared with Lord Christ.

“Disappointed.” Those were the last words the old man dying on his bed said to him. It would be the last choice on a father's list of final words to say goodbye to his son.

But it had happened. He, Robert Fisher Jr., was standing at his father's bedside when that moment happened.

That night, a few minutes before that moment His entire house still had the same atmosphere as it had for almost a year. He sat in the chair by the window in his father and Uncle Peter's bedroom, as usual. It's a daily habit. He sat quietly while Uncle Peter looked after his father because he was not very nice to him.

His father has been sick for a year and still shows no signs of getting better. The whole time he had been sitting quietly in the same place. There was often a loud cough and scolding from his father from time to time. Uncle Peter used to come and comfort him sometimes.

“Your father is old, Robert,” said Uncle, “and he gets a little irritated sometimes.” Uncle Peter might think so, but he knows that's not the case. Everything my father said Dad spoke consciously, not emotionally. It wasn't because I was annoyed and scolded everyone around, but Dad said it because he meant to say it and he really felt that way. And in fact, for him, everything his father said was true.

Dad is a smart person. Create everything from scratch As for him, he's just a loser, your son, who never does anything. In fact, he had tried to be like his father so that he would be suitable to be the successor to what his father had created. But no matter how hard you try He could never do it.

He still remembered that moment when Uncle Peter shouted from his father's bedroom for him to hurry up and take care of him. Uncle pressed the signal to call his father's personal nurse and rushed to get the doctor, while he rushed to check on his father. His father coughed violently and horrifically. He didn't know what he should do. He picked up each vial of medicine from his father's bedside table and looked at it to see if it could help.

“Robert!” A hoarse voice called his name. He turned around. “Robert!” His father called his name again and beckoned him to his bedside in a hurry. He walked towards Dad was trying to say something to him.

“I-I,” Dad tried to say, but his voice trailed off when he could finish his sentence. He moved closer to his father. Dad tried to speak, but his voice was barely audible. Father grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down, his mouth pressed against his ear.

“Disappointed,” Father whispered.

The hand holding him dropped. Father-in-law floated forward, looking soullessly. He knew exactly what was going on. He slowly closed his father's eyes and walked out of the room. Garden with uncle and doctors rushing in They tried to pump Dad's heart. The room was chaotic and chaotic, but he felt that everything was slow and quiet.

He felt nothing at all in this world. Uncle Peter walked over and hugged and comforted him, but he didn't care. He stood there. motionless Drowning in your own thoughts

Even the last episode He was never good enough in his father's eyes.

He is falling from a tall building. He squirmed around even though he knew it wouldn't help. His body was falling and hitting the ground-

heavily! He opened his eyes, jumped up from his lying position and sat up in shock. He coughed, realizing that just now it was just a dream. He fell back onto his back and lay down with relief. A man on Mr. Charles's team named Eames held him up.

“In there, go quickly,” Eames said, pointing to the metal door.

He walked over there. Right there was the iron door he remembered opening. But then something happened that made him lose consciousness. He reached out and pressed the code. The door unlocks and slides open.

Inside, it was a wide open room with a black but bright square. At the far end of the room was his father's bed. He slowly walked in. Dad was lying on that bed. Move your mouth, try to say something. Something he knew well

“I w-wrong, wrong..”

“I know,” he said, crouching down to sit next to his father's bed. “Dad is disappointed that I can't be like him.”

"Oh no, not at all. I'm just disappointed that you're trying to be."

He looked at his father, stunned. This was something he had never thought of before. Dad gave him a small smile and moved his hand. He looked at his father's hand. Dad points to the safe in the nightstand. It's like telling him to open it.

528491 Safe opened. Upstairs was a will envelope like Uncle Peter and the thieves had said, but downstairs, he almost cried when he took out its contents.

A paper windmill he made himself and played with his father when he was in kindergarten.

He looked up at his father. Father lay still, his eyes vacant. He knew what was going on. Everything is like a replay. Except his feelings were different.

“Father,” he cried out, holding onto his father's hand, crying. Why did it have to be now when he was just understanding him?

The sound of explosions could be heard everywhere, but he didn't care. He was still sitting there with his father. The building he was in was collapsing. The floor of the room is cracked. He and his father's bed fell into the collapsed area.

“Excuse me, would you like a hot towel?” the stewardess asked. He declined.

“And the immigration form?” she asked again and handed it to him. He took it and placed it beside him. His mind was thinking of something else.

His father's will was not important. Previously, he had misinterpreted his father's words. In fact, Dad wasn't disappointed that he couldn't be like him. But Dad was disappointed that he couldn't be himself.

Dad wants him to start doing something new on his own.