Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2007 13:52:29 -0800
From: Gaco 200608 <gaco200608@gmail.com>
Subject: Creation: Chapter 3

This story is fictional, I'm sorry (actually I'm jelous) if it resembles
your life in any way shape or form. Constructive criticism is welcome. If
gay relationships offend you, then "How did I manage to start reading this
story?" is a good question to be asking yourself. However you're still
welcome to read it!

This story is owned solely by Gaco and may not be copied by any
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Copyright 2007 Gaco. All Rights Reserved.



      "I decided that we should greet each other properly for the first
time, Braxton." First mentioned to me.

      I looked around for the source of the voice but I could see nothing
at all. Everything was still pitch black.

      "Where are you?" I asked. "Am I dreaming?"

      "You could say that." First said.

      After a few seconds I appeared in a large room that very much
resembled my living room. In that room was a male who looked about
seventeen years old. The room had solid white walls which seemed to radiate
light. There were no windows or doors, however, there were a couple couches
and a flat screen TV. For a second I thought the guy looked exactly like
James, but upon my thought of that he changed to a very attractive blonde
male who had a great tan. He was just a tiny bit shorter than me and had
beautiful glowing green eyes.

      While I was still trying to figure out what was going on First
spoke. "I decided that this would be the best way for us to get acquainted
Braxton. This method is much more comfortable to your current style of
thinking." First said while holding out his hand like he wanted me to shake
it.

      I stuck out my hand carefully and shook his. "Um... Hi?" I said
dumbly.

      "I understand that the first time meeting me 'face to face' if you
will can be a little surprising." First said while grinning.

      "What is this place?" I asked.

      "This, for lack of a better term, is your unconscious mind. More
precisely it's a program I made to run when you needed to talk to me face
to face or need to think things out with me." First said
informatively. "Inside this program we can seemingly pause time, fast
forward time or make time go extremely slow."

      "How does that work?" I asked not understanding how this could be
possible.

      "Due to the fact that a quantum processor is infinitely fast any task
can be done instantly. Thus, a trillion years of thinking can be done
instantly, or we could put your body into a dreamless sleep and set to wake
up in a million years. The possibilities are truly limitless." First
explained. "Of course your movements and actions can only be as fast or
quick as your body allows. While you can think infinitely fast, your body
is not. You can, however, achieve a level of slow motion with your body
which will be more than adequate if the need arises."

      Beginning to understand how things work an earlier event came back to
my mind. "When I first got 'here' you didn't look as you look now. Was that
James' appearance you used?" I asked testily.

      "Yes it was. And after I noticed you elevated stress levels when you
noticed this I changed it immediately." First told me.

      "It had better not happen again." I said angrily. "It's just not
polite."

      "I understand. It will not happen again." First assured me.

      "So are we done downloading all the information to the quantum
processor?" I asked First.

      "All transfer is complete and we are ready for you to test out some
of your new abilities." First told me. "I have not yet had time to change
your bone structure or any of the radical 'super hero' changes that I know
you would like however I think it would be best for you to get to know how
I work before we begin that."

      "Alright." I said easily. "So how do I get back to... myself?" and
upon that thought I woke up in bed.

      I got up and decided to go driving. After getting dressed I grabbed
my keys and wallet and headed out the door. I sat down in my mustang and
cranked up the engine.

      *First?* I thought

      **Yes?** I heard his voice inside my head.

      *Wow you're really here* I thought

      **So what are we doing?**

      *I'm not sure yet... We'll see*

      I put the gear into reverse and pulled out of the driveway. I drove
around town for a bit with First commenting about how close cars were to me
and how if one of the vehicles from the oncoming lane hit me how much
pressure would hit me. After telling me the implications of a semi truck
passing me hitting me I got tired of these facts.

      *Can you PLEASE shut the fuck up with the pointless facts that are
making me nervous?*

      **I just thought you should know how dangerous these things are.**

      *I'm quite aware, thank you.*

      **Fine then I'll only let you know about these in life and death
situations.**

      I kept driving around town when I passed a gun shop. I slammed on
brakes and slid around making a U-turn in the middle of the road. I nearly
lost control of the vehicle when time sort of slowed down and everything
around me began happening a lot slower.

      **I told you it was dangerous.**

      *I know. We can have a conversation about it after we get out of
traffic. Help me adjust the driving to stay on the road.*

      Without my asking time sped back up and I lost control of my hands
for a split second. It was the most strange feeling I had ever had. After
pulling into the parking lot of the sporting goods store and parking I
turned off the car.

      *What the hell was that about!? I didn't ask you to take control!*

      **The movements needed to be exact and if they hadn't been there
would have been no pulling the vehicle out of a spin until you crashed into
the SUV coming up behind you.**

      At that moment images of the SUV flashed into my mind.

      **It would have taken a virtual year for me to guide you through all
the steps to do what I just did. Don't be so jumpy!**

      *Alright, alright!* I thought while getting out of the car.

      I went into the gun shop and bought a 12 gauge shotgun, a Walther
P99, a semi automatic Glock which First thought would be able to convert to
full-auto, and also a semiautomatic rifle which First thought the same of.

      When checking out the owner of the store did the background check on
me and everything went through fine. He looked at me and wondered aloud
"Why do you need so many different guns?"

      "Me and my father are going to hunt wild boar and we hear they can be
pretty aggressive." I temporized ignoring First's comments to tell him it's
none of his business.

      "That's very true. Smart thinking." The guy told me "You want some
ammo?" He asked while punching all the amounts in the cash register.

      "Oh yeah! I almost forgot. They wouldn't do much good without it
would they?" I laughed.

      The guy also laughed and asked how much ammo I wanted.

      "Better give me two thousand rounds for each weapon." I said.

      He wistled about how much it was going to cost but I assured him I
was good for it. After ringing everything up and paying with one of my
credit cards he helped me pack everything in my car.

      When the guy saw my car he must have realized I have 'new money.'
"You must be that kid that just won the lottery around these parts. I read
about you in the paper." He said.

      "Yeah I'm trying to stay quiet and not get too much attention you
know. I'm not really used to being in the spotlight." I said truthfully.

      "I completely understand. Hell if I won the lottery I'd probably lock
myself in my house and never come out for fear of all the people wanting my
money." He laughed.

      We said our goodbyes and I drove back home. On my way home First
decided to bug me again.

      **I guess I do not need to remind you how dangerous all that live
ammunition in the back of the car is to you right now?**

      *Shut up First!** Was my only response.

      Once home I unloaded all the guns from my car and took them inside. I
laid them all out in the living room and looked over what I had. I decided
to go into the back yard and play around with my P99. I walked out the door
with a box of 9mm FMJ bullets and my pistol. I took my P99 out of the case
and looked at the clip. I loaded it full of bullets and attached it to the
gun. Once it snapped into place I pulled back the charging handle and
looked down at it. This was the first time I ever had a loaded gun larger
than a BB gun. I left the saftey on and set it on a patio table I had
outside of my back door. I grabbed a few of the targets the guy from the
store gave me for free after he noticed I was buying so much. I pinned
three targets up to three different pine trees at various distances from me
and various distances back.

      I took my pistol and set the safety to off. I took aim to the target
closest to me and after lining up the shot and slowly squeezing the trigger
I managed to just barely nick the upper outside area of the target. *At
least I hit the damn thing* I thought to myself. After firing a couple
clips at the target I managed to get a bit better and decided to try one of
the targets that were further back.

	*Help me out a bit First.* I thought.

	I aimed at one of the targets that were situated farther back than
the first and lined up the shot. I began noticing things that were
constantly around me that I had not noticed before. I took note of how the
wind would affect the bullet, I noticed that the sight was just a little
off and knew how to adjust for it. All of these things that can be figured
out with a mathematical formula were instantly solved in my head and my
hands knew exactly where to be and exactly the position of the gun to be
at. I fired a single shot. The bullet was wizzing towards the target when
it seemed to slow down nearly completely. Finally the bullet stopped all
together, while hanging in mid air for a moment I wondered what the hell
happened. It was then that I heard First's voice again.

	*I decided to show you what stopping time feels like. Or at least
what seems like stopping time.*

	*Weird.* I thought. I looked to the bullet and realized I could see
a line going from the bullet to the target. It was going to hit the
bullseye!

	*So I can have a heads up display also?* I asked First.

	**If you want to be so demeaning, yes.** First sounded offended.

	*You can name it later...* I said trying to keep him happy.

	Time sped back up and the bullet hit the bullseye. Just then I
heard a crack of thunder over head. The loud boom shook the ground and I
decided it was time to head back inside. I wondered to myself what the
weather was going to be like. Then suddenly, in a way that did not obstruct
my vision, I could see a radar showing a strong thunderstorm heading
towards my area. I packed up my pistol and ammo and headed inside. I turned
on TV and decided to lounge around for a while and relax as I hadn't had
the chance to do that in quite some time. I flipped through channels when I
came across a movie which piqued my interest. About mid-way thorugh the
movie the main group of people had to crack into a safe. It was a very
large combination safe. The sight of a safe reminded me that I needed a
safe to store things in of my own. I looked online without ever going to a
computer! While still watching my movie I also browsed the web for a very
strong and secure safe. I decided on a large safe that is said to be
burglar proof. It consisted of a fingerprint scanner and a 10 number key
pad. I placed an order for the safe and also checked the box to have the
delivery service install it in my house. The receipt said it would be ten
to fifteen days to arrive.

	After ordering the safe First and I decided upon a 256 character
passcode. We decided that the time it would take to decipher the code would
be too long to be useful if even possible.

	*First, I need you to start creating me a few fake identities. Soon
I may begin doing things I don't want to do under my name*

	**No problem. I'll be ready by the time you are.**

	*Good. Tonight I want you to strengthen my bones. Make them as
durable but lightweight as possible. It would also be nice to have a
satellite receiver and transmitter created.*

	**Should be no problem. These upgrades will probably exhaust the
last of our resources. You will have to consume more raw materials for any
subsequent upgrades.**

	*Ok.*

	I decided to take a drive around town and look for a Karate or Judo
school. I wanted to test my new skills in a challenging environment. After
about ten minutes of driving First interrupted my thoughts of fighting.

	**You may get a fight sooner than you are hoping for.** First said
while showing me the car that had been following me since I left home.

      With the images he sent sound of a cell phone or encoded radio
signal. He decoded it and listened in. "Following subject out of
residence. Again in the new Mustang."

      First gave me instructions NOT to alert them that they've been
spotted and to just act casual. At the next red light I put the car in
park. I released the roof and soon had the car in convertible mode.

      *That should make it easier to keep visual track of them* I thought
to myself

      **Indeed your peripheral vision is much better now.** First
confirmed.

      The light turned green and I slammed on the gas getting the RPMs into
the red. I changed gears with my enhanced speed and senses. I sped up the
onramp onto the freeway. After about ten minutes on the freeway First
informed me we were still being followed. It was a different car and
differently dressed people. However, definitely the same group.

      **I have detected a tracking device somewhere on your car. We need to
disable it in such a manner that they do not suspect anything than they are
already watching you for.**

      *Can you jam the frequency it is operating on?*

      **Easily. However this will alert them that you know about them.**

      *Don't worry. I have it handled.* I assured First.

      I ran off the road being sure to make the car bounce a few times on
the dirt and grass.

      *NOW!* I sent.

      First jammed the signal the device was operating on and I 'regained'
control of the vehicle; or so our pursuers hopefully thought. I made sharp
turns and slammed on breaks frequently trying to lose our followers. After
about twenty minutes of sharp turns, break slams and making pointless loops
around blocks First was sure we had lost them. I pulled up to a Karate
school and got out.

      *Keep the jamming frequency up and be on alert for their activity.* I
notified First.

      I went inside and looked for someone that worked there. It appeared a
class was just getting out. A teenage student was behind what appeared to
be a desk of sorts. I approached him and asked when the instructor would be
free.

      "Just now." the instructor said while coming around the corner.

      "OSS" I greeted him with a short bow of my head. "I'm actually
looking for a bit of practice. See, I'm out of shape in sorts when it comes
to my Karate skills."

      "I see." the instructor eyed me warily. "Advanced classes are Monday,
Wednesday and Friday nights. If you would like to register we can get you
in as early as next week."

      "Actually I was wondering if I could just practice right now?" I said
more than asked while pulling out a wad of 100 dollar bills.

      "I see." The instructor said. He looked around for a few moments then
shoved the complaining teenage helper out the door and put up the closed
sign. I noticed as I was going inside that they closed about this time.

      "How much you willing to part with for sparring right now?" he asked
me.

      "Two grand." I said easily.

      The guys eyes got big as saucers and he grinned. "Deal!" he said
while putting out his hand. "The names Ken by the way."

      "Braxton." I said while return his shake very strongly.

      "The main training room is this way." He said while gesturing for me
to walk into a big room with padded walls and one wall with mirrors. It was
the same room where the class had just left.

      Once in there he took off his jacket and I took off my bulky shirt. I
only wore jogging shorts out of the house so the only other article of
clothing I needed to remove was my sandals.

      "So what level do you think you can fight at?" Ken asked me.

      "Hachidan." I said indicating I felt I could fight at nearly the
highest ranking available.

      "I see." He said while turning. Nearly the time I saw his fist it was
about ten inches from my face.

      I batted it away like a fly thanks to my heightened senses and being
able to slow things down when needed. I quickly launched an attack of my
own, kicking him in the stomach sending him flying back several feet. He
rolled on the ground a little before bouncing back up like I barely touched
him. He grinned at me knowing I'd be a good fight. He kind of bounced
around me trying not to get hit. We were both swinging pretty quickly at
each other hitting nothing but blocks. After a few more seconds of
examining his style First spotted a hole for me. I threw a punch to his
face with the full force of my left arm which he blocked with both of his
hands and I quickly followed up with a body shot with my right hand while
his defenses were occupied. He went flying backwards coughing and
sputtering. I grinned at him and helped him up. After catching his breath
he grinned back up at me.

      "You're good." he said simply.

      "I'm just lucky." I said back.

      "Lucky or not you sure punch hard. I'm gonna be sore for weeks!" he
laughed. "Lets see how your are with weapons!" he grinned at me.

      I grinned back and nodded at him. He went to the one wall that wasn't
padded and pulled off two of the wooden training swords. He tossed one my
way which I caught easily. The handle and guard were just like a regular
sword however instead of sharp or having a blade it was just rounded.

      "While I believe I'm good enough to do this without pads, I think
I'll wear a bit of head protection." he said to me smiling again. He also
tossed me some head gear and I put it on. It had a face guard so that we
wouldn't have to wear a mouthpiece.

      We tapped swords and backed away from each other. I could tell he was
looking me over. Watching how I held my sword and how I stood. He
definitely had more experience in this than I did. We circled for a few
seconds then he came in with a slash that would have hit my right sholder
had I not blocked it and tried the same on him. He easily deflected my
attempt at a counter attack. I decided to see if my speed could catch him
off guard. I went to jab him with the end of the sword and he tapped it
away, quickly I tried to cut his intestines out with the blunt object which
almost hit if it weren't for him pushing me back with one arm. He tried to
swipe my feet out from under me which I quickly jumped over and swiped at
his leg with the sword while it was passing. We both missed. A few more
seconds passed when I tried to take a swipe at his ribs he smashed the
sword so hard it flew out of my hand. I ran to pick up the sword but by the
time I reached it he was right on top of me. As I was coming up with the
sword in my left hand he swiped down to hit my abdomen very hard. Without
thinking I raised my free arm to block the blow. The sword hit my arm right
on the wrist area where the bone is the sharpest. The sword broke. As the
end of the sword was falling to the ground my only thought was "Why didn't
that hurt?"

      "Are you alright!?" Ken asked worriedly after tossing the broken
sword aside and ripping both our head protectors off.

      "Yeah. I'm fine." I said trying to figure out what had happened.

      **In the few moments you had to see the object moving on a collision
course with your arm I deadened the specific nerves for pain in your right
arm. Had I not done that you'd probably be crying right now. Your arm is
uninjured as we did harden the bones a few days ago. Any damage to the skin
is already being repaired.**

      "Wow dude that was awesome! I was totally sure you were going to sue
me or something!" Ken laughed. Seeing the bruise and a bit of blood form on
my arm he asked. "Are you sure you don't need to go to the emergency room
or something. I know I hit you VERY hard."

      "Nah, I'm alright." I said easily. "Must have just been a bad sword."
I tried to play it off.

      "Yeah..." He said looking like he was thinking deeply. "Doesn't that
hurt though? Are you sure you don't need an x-ray or pain meds?" He
continued

      I made a big deal out of looking at the clock on the other side of
the room. "Oh shit dude! I'm late for an appointment! I'll see you later!
I'll be back around soon!" I said while running out the door.

      "Later dude." He said in a confused voice.

      I jumped in my mustang and floored it.

      *We made some mestakes back there bud.* I thought to first.

      **Yeah your skills REALLY suck!**

      *No genius. I did not sweat! That was totally unrealistic let's hope
he didn't notice that. Most importantly though I didn't show any sign of
pain from that hit which would have shattered anyone else's bones! I
virtually acted like it didn't even happen. I know he definitely noticed
that. Which is probably why he was so deep in thought.*

      **You can bitch later.** First said which extremely pissed me off
until he continued. **Our government friends are back.**



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