Space and time, such a simple and complex concept, humans believe they can study it, understand it, but can they really? Time-space is like a gigantic clock, with hundreds of thousands of gears, but just as it starts counting at 0, it always goes back to the starting point. The only way to escape this infinite cycle is to be part of another...

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I was only 16 when it happened, I saw my world being turned from top to bottom, transformed from a homeland to a nightmare. The newspapers reported their lies every morning, the rich and powerful still believed that the world was theirs, thought that their daily manipulations of public opinion would always allow them to remain at the top, but this is only valid for a situation where there is still a top to be, or to be more precise, a world to live in.

Still, I was at peace, no matter how many times they screamed for freedom and equality, and used their narratives to attack anyone who might be a threat to their lewd cause. It was not gods or demons that started everything, but it was the damned humans that decreed the end.

My last day, however, still crosses my mind from time to time, maybe it was a fate's joke, or maybe someone was really willing to give me the opportunity.

My parents had died in front of me not even a day ago, yet I was there, reading those comic books that my father always loved, I was fascinated by the idea of people like that, I dreamed that someday someone like that would appear, someone who wore the cloak of superhero to defend us and put an end to that madness, but then the death wave came and swept everything from the surface of the planet, ending not only mine but also the existence of everyone.

I thought the end would be painful, I thought my time was over, but that was not how it happened. It was like waking up, one moment I was there and the next I was gone, it was like in those two sentences, "Time and space are ways in which we think and not conditions in which we live." and "The end of a cycle is the beginning of a new one."

My end was just a beginning...

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"Come on honey, you're going to be late for your first day of school!"

A voice came from behind the boy typing in front of the computer.

“Oh! Are you writing that book of yours again? ”

Turning to answer, the young man paused for a moment to watch his mother, she was tall and slender, with long, straight hair, the same color as her brown eyes. She was wearing her New York police uniform and had a backpack on her back.

“Mom, I already told you not to enter my room without knocking. What if I was... I don't know... with a girl, you wouldn't like the view. " The young man replied before saving the file.

"If you were with a girl, things wouldn't be as simple as I, not liking the view, hurry up and get ready."

She went out and closed the door.

Sighing, the boy looked at the date on the computer and sighed. "2008... still, 2 years to go."

Wearing his red shirt and jeans, he left the room and went down the stairs, going straight to the kitchen, however, he stopped when he heard someone knocking on the door, opening to see who it was. He was not too surprised, it was Monday, mail day.

Stolen novel; please report.

“Ah! Hello young Harrison, today is your first day of school, isn't it, I hope you remember the tips I gave you, with them, I am sure that all the girls will be interested in you. ” Said the bearded old man wearing the uniforms of the company that delivers newspapers.

Harrison forced a smile and said. “Ah yes, yes, the tips... I remember them, are you coming in for a coffee? You haven't had breakfast with us in a while, Uncle John. ”

“Well, I would like to, but the work has been increasing recently, so the coffee will be for another time. I have to go now, good luck Harrison! ” The old man said goodbye and went out into the streets to deliver more newspapers.

Harrison dropped the newspaper on the table, and after picking up his toast, said goodbye to his mother and went to school.

On the way he thought about many things, the main one was his role in this world. Since he arrived, not many things have happened, however, when he went back to school, one thing that surprised him was how much smarter he was compared to his past life, his logical processes were improved, as well as his memory and speed of thought, this allowed him to become a genius, and taking advantage of his knowledge from his past life, he just had to fill in the gaps based on the knowledge of this world, in general, there were not many changes.

But a world where the Stark industries exist is not exactly something that anyone can call normal, so he had to make sure that his knowledge of his past life was compatible with that of this world.

Still, he could not understand whether this was just a simple rebirth or whether he was brought into this world in order to fulfill some purpose. Anyway, in his current state he had no intention of getting involved with things like Avengers, Shield, or mutants, this world was very dangerous and it would be stupid to want to be part of it without any guarantees, like powers or a costume like that of the Iron Man.

As soon as he arrived he stopped in front of the school gates and looked at the sign before sighing. ‘Midtown School of Science and Technology ... It’s a pity that I’m not going to meet spiderman.’

Putting his thoughts aside, he watched the students enter and stopped curling. Passing through the gate, he walked over to the blackboard, looking for where his classroom would be.

After a while, he found, ‘Harrison Wells - Room 1-A’. After walking for a while he found the room and entered, at the moment only he had arrived, taking the opportunity he took one of the seats near the window and opened his notebook, recently he was interested in building a miniature particle accelerator, it may be crazy, but based on his calculations and the current technology of this world, this could be possible, his reason for doing so? Generating clean and partially infinite energy, at least, would be cheap enough for him not to have to worry about spending money.

While he was lost in calculations, more and more people entered the classroom, soon there were more than 20 students sitting and talking, most seemed to know each other, they probably came from the same school.

Only two people remained silent, a girl and Harrison.

She sat next to him but didn't say anything initially, and it was only after watching him working so intently that her curiosity was piqued, after a while, she finally decided to speak.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Harrison was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even bother to look to see who was speaking, he just responded subconsciously.

"Working on a miniature particle accelerator..."

"Oh really!? But isn't that a little too much for someone your age? ” She looked at him genuinely interested in the boy.

"Age is just another number, in the grand scheme of things I could be a lot older and you would never know." He was about to pick up his eraser to erase a small error in his calculations, however, he was clumsy and dropped his case, he was about to pick it up, but the girl was faster.

Seeing that the girl had taken the case, he turned to her and was surprised by what he saw. The girl had long straight brown hair, blue eyes, and the most beautiful face he had ever seen in person.

"My name is Martha Franklin, but you can call me Mattie!" She smiled and reached out for a handshake.

"I... my name is Harrison Wells." The expression on Harrison's face almost made her laugh.

Looking at the boy she cannot help but remember her father, the two had some things in common, such as love for science.