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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
[center][b]Nashville, TN[/b][/center]
	Many men and women, who were the leader of the fields of business and industry in several states south of the Mason-Dixie line, gathered together gathered together at a cemetery just outside of Nashville.  They suffered from the humid Tennessee summer heat in their nicest clothes while the funeral proceeded.  That day, Daniel Emerson not only had to bury his brother, but also his sister-in-law and their sole child, Matthew.  What was worse was that the three coffins had to be empty, because Emerson family had mysteriously disappeared while they were vacationing in the Caribbean.  After a long and thorough search for the Emerson family, officials could only conclude that they were deceased, probably by drowning at sea.


	Although he was not anything more than an acquaintance to Mr. Emerson, since Chris’ father were friends with him, despite being a decade, if not more, older than Mr. Emerson, Chris nevertheless attended the funeral out of respect.  Along with Chris, his sister, Veronica also went.  Matthew Emerson would have been almost around her age.  Chris had also invited Maya to come along with him.  Once the service had concluded, the attendees began to give Mr. Emerson their condolences.


	“Your father would have been overjoyed that you came, if he were here today.”  Mr. Emerson told Chris.  He then turned to Veronica.  “I remember when this one was still in diapers.  You all just grow up way too quickly.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“While she can be a pain in the butt sometimes,”[/color] Chris began to say, but Veronica jabbed his side with her elbow, [color=C0C0C0]“I would never trade her away for anything.”[/color]

	“And who is this?”  Mr. Emerson said as he gestured towards Maya.  “Your new squeeze, I presume?  What ever happened to that last girl?”

	[color=C0C0C0]“She unfortunately turned out to be a robot.”[/color]

	“The great prodigy of Lexington Arthur was fooled by an internet catfish?  How amusing.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“No, I mean she was a [b]literal[/b] robot, like an android.”[/color]


	“Well, I really don’t know how to respond to that, but I hope that never happens to you again.”  Mr Emerson was at lost for words.


	[color=C0C0C0]“I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about that.”[/color] Chris said as he wrapped his arm around Maya.


	“Well, it’s good to see you again, Chris.”  Mr. Emerson said.


	[color=C0C0C0]“Same here.”[/color]


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[center][b]Later That Evening[/b][/center]
[center][b]Emerson Enterprises[/b][/center]


	Mr. Emerson, with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, rode down a private elevator in his Nashville headquarters.  Even though the floor indicator in the elevator carriage had already stopped at the lowest basement floor, the elevator continued its downward descent.  After passing a few more stories underground, the elevator finally crawled to a halt. When the elevator doors slide open, they revealed a room where a handful of scientists were hard at work.  Inside this room, there was a second enclosure that had one wall with a couple one-way viewing glass.


	In this room, there were the average things you would expect in a teenager’s room: a bed, bookshelves, a television and entertainment center.  However, what was peculiar about this scene was that in the center of the room there was a young teenage boy floating above the ground in the fetal position.  He appeared to be sleeping in this state.


	“How’s Matt?”  Mr. Emerson asked his chief scientist tasked to this ‘project’.


	“Although he has not awakened yet, his vitals all seem normal.”  The woman answered her boss, “We’re not quite sure whether he has any other powers, but this room [i]should[/i] be able to handle almost anything.”


	“Any discoveries on what caused this?”


	“Not as of yet.  We’re still running tests.”


	“I’m a man of science.”  Mr. Emerson said, “I’m not going take some Bermuda Triangle voodoo as an answer.”