“Who is he?” a man in black suit asked the news reporter.
“I’m sorry sir, I’m really really sorry!” Shaking in fear, she begged.
“I had made sure we deleted that interview before re-establish the cable.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Please, sir! PLEASE!”
“I need the antidepressant! My… my mind is killing me, sir! Please”
The man dropped a pill on the ground and the frantic woman chased for that rolling piece of medicine and swallowed the pill immediately.
Mr Vybranny waved his hand and the hologram appeared in front of them. A video of the protestor interview. Old Doc.
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Name: Dominic Guzman
Age: 99
Description:
First generation prototype success code NP0017
Active member of Nomakinian Baptist Church
Aggressive and radical ultra right wing conservative
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“We believe that he possesses the knowledge of ancient fringe technology that will cause harm to the environment. We must take him down as soon as possible.” Another man in black suit said.
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“First generation success prototype, that’s rare. “
“Indeed, Sir Vybranny, we never studied the life sample! Please allow us to capture his brain alive!” Two men in white lab coats walked, showing their enthusiasm, disagree with the men in black.
“The first generation, although we recovered most of the documents, we still lacked some key technology that had been lost over time.” A young boy dressed in white lab coat joined the discussion. His physique was about ten years old, but he sent out a mature and knowledgeable aura, that the two older looking scientists have to step back a little and bow in front of him
“Very well. For the sake of scientific advancement!” Vybranny replied.
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Akym woke up and realized that he was on a rustic bed. The air he breathed, had a scent of coffee and hot cakes with honey and butter. The food was placed on the table, but the sound of the singing choir led him to open up the door into the old church hall.
People gather, the hall with plastic seats removed from old trains and buses. They sang their hymns, fully in spirit, with some crying, some kneeling. Emotions filled the whole hall. He saw Benji playing the guitar made of old metal sheets stitched together. Havana singing a song that enchanted all. Old Doc hitting the drums with two of his hands controlling 3 pairs of metallic arms.
The people gathered in a hall, they all looked different. They were either ugly without any powder on their face, or covered with tattoos that attempt to hide their scars. Some were without arms, some were without legs. He noticed a strangely short pregnant person sitting beside a man with a mechanical lower body. Not all people were deformed though, some were dressing extravagantly. Some elegant beautiful ladies in the hall, sang out loudly but with manly masculine vocal. And that was how Havana sang too. Tattoos of flowers covered her right face and arms. Some of her spiky sky blue hair was dyed in bright pink.
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Akym starred on top of the ceiling, an ancient fresco of Michelangelo, but it was printed on a sheet of plastic patchwork canvas. The creation of Adam, behind the image of God, there were no angels though, but it was an abstract that looked like the human brain.
“God gave us our soul!”
“Hallelujah!”
“Let love be our one and only commandment!”
“Let no one take away our souls!”
They chanted again and again.
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Year 3004, United States of Terrabumi, the perfect utopian world led by President Vybranny for the past 70 years. The empire ran into exponential growth of economic and technology advancement with the success of soul migrating and gene engineering technology. Humans no longer suffer from any disease, both physically and emotionally.
In order to maintain the growth, one must be able to grasp all knowledge and keep advancing. Vybranny started to abandon those sectors that he called ‘non-beneficial’ to mankind. Such as art, entertainment and religion. Calling those as an intoxication of humankind, the ‘Fringe’.
“Welcome to the Rayford Academy of Excellence!”
The automatic door opened, and the road slowly moved like a conveyor belt, guiding the children who wore the same plain color uniform, having the same hairstyle, their face etched with the same polyethylene smile. They were like items in the production lines, being carried into their designated classroom.
A young kid in his 13, wearing a name tag ‘Benjamin Fraunclein’. He was delivered to the headmaster’s room.
“That is not good, Benjamin scored 99.99% in the previous exam.”
“Over ten thousand questions, he answered one incorrectly.”
“It… it must have been a glitch! What was that question!”
“What is the most important thing in your life?”
“What did he answer?”
“Love?”
“What does that word even mean?”
“It must be a typo! The correct answer is “Live”, so the letter I and letter O are just next to each other on the keyboard, so he must have typed it wrongly.”
“That’s… that’s even worse! We can’t tolerate that mistake! Typo is the worst that can happen to a kid! It means he lost control of his muscle memory on the layout of the standard keyboard!”
“I guess we have to follow the protocol.”
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“Benji!”
“Akym!”
“You! You skipped the vitamins pill again!”
“Yeah! Those pills taste weird! I hate them!”
“You just get yourself into trouble! You started to hate things! And that’s not good!”
“Hey, maybe you should try to skip the vitamins too!”
“No way! You’ll get me into trouble!”
“Look what I found.”
Benji grabbed Akym’s hand, he ran and jumped over the school wall, Akym followed and when he fell to the ground outside of the school, he saw something he had never seen before. Trees!
“Kym, I’ll show you something great!”
He pulls Akym up and continues to drag him into the woods. They ran fast, panting and tired, but Akym felt the rush into his mind, the fresh air, the warm sun and the sweat on his skin. Blood circulating in his body and to his mind, he felt that strange feeling, that feeling put a smile on his face. That smile came so naturally, what is that, what is that? It was called happiness.
Benji stopped and pointed towards the mountain far away. That majestic scenery of the green mountain with pure white tip. And they laid on the grass floor, holding each other's hands, they were never allowed to go beyond the school boundary.
“You know Benji, we are going to get into trouble when we get back to school!”
“I won’t go back there anymore.”
Surprised by his answer, Akym pulled himself up from the ground.
“Why, Ben? What do you mean?”
“They are going to change my soul tomorrow.”
“What? What have you done?”
“It’s the exam! I failed to get the perfect score.”
“Are you serious? There’s only ten thousand questions and all of them are such easy breezy!”
“Yes, but I discovered something…”
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“This is not the first time Akym was ‘kidnaped’ by Benji.
That piece of memory slowly shipped into his mind. The nanobot in his head needs a special prescription to keep operating. Since They brought him to their secret hideout, he had missed a day of his prescription medicine.