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Marcus Weston
Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 6:55am | Weston Residence
The penthouse suite lit up with a pleasant light, feigning sunlight before the curtains automatically pealed off the window and a soft melody with ambient forest sounds played. "It's a new day, Marcus. It is now 6:55, it's a pleasant 64 degrees outside. Mild breezes and no rain on the forecast. Good morning." The female, artificial voice announced as the pale teen turned over in his bed. His eyes shooting open, as the A.I went on to go over the relevant news since the night before, celebrity gossip and the stock market. Marcus crawled out of bed, the room decorated in gold and ivory, being a mostly clean area with a lot of open space, sans the king sized bed in the middle of the room, a desk with three monitors and a computer all in white, with matching keyboard, mouse and headphones.
"That's enough, Sarah." He softly cut the A.I off while it was reading the latest news, stopping mid-sentence. He wearily put on a pair of shorts and a tank top from the floor walking towards the entrance to the room where the doors slid open revealing the elevator.
Inside of the elevator where a pair of sneakers that Marcus groggily put on. He hit the lowest floor and would spend the next 30 minutes in the gym running and doing some strength exercises. The pull-ups were always his favorite part of working out and one of the few parts of his morning routine he really did enjoy.
From the Gym area, he quickly walked into the shower room in the neighboring room and walked out again some ten minutes later, now wearing nothing more but a towel around his waist, another in his hands drying his hair. He stepped onto the elevator again and went back to his room. He quickly changed and styled his hair. He was wearing chinos, a V-necked T-shirt and a blue sleeved sweater. Walking to the computer, he pressed the space bar to wake the computer up, and opened a GUI window called "Dronie". Pressing the start button, a small disc shaped drone began buzzing from the other end of the room and came hovering. Inside of the drone was a sophisticated camera.
"This is Marcus, day 22 of using my 'gifts'. Let's see what I can do today." He softly began, the drone flying next to him and panning towards where he was looking. His eyes began glowing with a soft golden hue as he moved his hand with determination. An empty water bottle on the other end of the room began to levitate without determination, going upwards and down as if it couldn't make up it's mind.
"Creating centralized gravity that matches Earth's own has become quite a lot easier over the course of the past three weeks. " He explained, as he visibly struggled a little and quickly pulled the bottle safely into the air, four feet above where it had been. It was no longer levitating, rather just standing flat upside down in the air. "Even exceeding earth's gravity become a lot more manageable. Even for heavier objects." His words cut short as he took a step forward, falling upwards. Walking upside down he took one step. "Levitating myself was tricky, and I've not yet fully gras-" He was cut short by his powers failing him - and falling down onto the floor, landing on his stomach. "Shit." He exclaimed in frustration, putting his fists to the floor with determination, pushing himself off the ground and climbing back to his feet.
He turned to the water bottle and opened his hand, almost grasping the bottle in his palm, and then curling his fist. The bottle was crushed together from the increased gravity. "Destructive capabilities still far exceed what my father expected when he thought my powers were telekinetic in nature. According to Weston Tech's Hyperhuman database, there are no known Hyperhumans who possess the same ability as me. I am the sole wielder of one of the four fundamental forces of the universe." He solemnly, not taking much pride in this observation, trying to remain as objective about it as he could. That's a lot of responsibility.
"Marcus, signing off." And with those words, the drone went back to it's hiding place, the video showing up on his computer screen to be re-watched at a later time.
Sarah's voice came back over the audio system. "It's now 7:50 A:M, and you are going to be late to school."
"Have Lambo pull up front." Marcus told the computer, referring to his driver as he walked towards the elevator which doubled as his walk-in closet. A compartment opened up and his leather jacket came out on it's hanger, fresh from the dry cleaner. His latest SMART-Glasses plus his 4,000 dollar watch came out of another compartment. The watch was a gift from his father - a Hyperhuman suppression device - and fashionable. He put on the black rimmed glasses and the gadget lit up, showing him his normal feed, synching to the phone in his pocket.
"Due to the protests outside of the school, thanks to the new program starting today, your father has deemed it unwise for you to arrive by car. Additionally, you shouldn't be late for your first day. The Helicopter's waiting on the roof." Sarah told him. "How gracious of the old man.." Marcus sighed, his father away on business - as always.
He arrived on the rooftop and walked towards the Helicopter with it's rotors running. It was an old army chopper that had been put into the private sector. The pilot was an old military Pilot - Gus.
"Morning Gus." Marcus told the grizzled old man who in his black suit, sunglasses and headgear smiled "Morning, Champ! You ready for a new semester in school?" He asked and Marcus nodded. The helicopter taking off for the couple of minutes worth of flight it would be across town to the school grounds.
At least as ready as he could be.
Arriving at the school, Marcus could peer out onto the parking lot where there were hundreds of people quite verbally protesting the new semester - in particular Mr. Leshner's Hyperhuman program. A bold move that hadn't been very popular city-wide, Principal Fitzgerald was certainly going against the grain on this one. Marcus for one was grateful - he needed all the support systems he could get right now. The protesters were holding plaques with different Anti-Hype slogans.
Some of the parking guards had cleared a spot for the Helicopter to land, gathering the appropriate attention from the students, protesters and people passing by.
Thanks, dad. I definitely wasn't planning on keeping a low profile.
"That's enough, Sarah." He softly cut the A.I off while it was reading the latest news, stopping mid-sentence. He wearily put on a pair of shorts and a tank top from the floor walking towards the entrance to the room where the doors slid open revealing the elevator.
Inside of the elevator where a pair of sneakers that Marcus groggily put on. He hit the lowest floor and would spend the next 30 minutes in the gym running and doing some strength exercises. The pull-ups were always his favorite part of working out and one of the few parts of his morning routine he really did enjoy.
From the Gym area, he quickly walked into the shower room in the neighboring room and walked out again some ten minutes later, now wearing nothing more but a towel around his waist, another in his hands drying his hair. He stepped onto the elevator again and went back to his room. He quickly changed and styled his hair. He was wearing chinos, a V-necked T-shirt and a blue sleeved sweater. Walking to the computer, he pressed the space bar to wake the computer up, and opened a GUI window called "Dronie". Pressing the start button, a small disc shaped drone began buzzing from the other end of the room and came hovering. Inside of the drone was a sophisticated camera.
"This is Marcus, day 22 of using my 'gifts'. Let's see what I can do today." He softly began, the drone flying next to him and panning towards where he was looking. His eyes began glowing with a soft golden hue as he moved his hand with determination. An empty water bottle on the other end of the room began to levitate without determination, going upwards and down as if it couldn't make up it's mind.
"Creating centralized gravity that matches Earth's own has become quite a lot easier over the course of the past three weeks. " He explained, as he visibly struggled a little and quickly pulled the bottle safely into the air, four feet above where it had been. It was no longer levitating, rather just standing flat upside down in the air. "Even exceeding earth's gravity become a lot more manageable. Even for heavier objects." His words cut short as he took a step forward, falling upwards. Walking upside down he took one step. "Levitating myself was tricky, and I've not yet fully gras-" He was cut short by his powers failing him - and falling down onto the floor, landing on his stomach. "Shit." He exclaimed in frustration, putting his fists to the floor with determination, pushing himself off the ground and climbing back to his feet.
He turned to the water bottle and opened his hand, almost grasping the bottle in his palm, and then curling his fist. The bottle was crushed together from the increased gravity. "Destructive capabilities still far exceed what my father expected when he thought my powers were telekinetic in nature. According to Weston Tech's Hyperhuman database, there are no known Hyperhumans who possess the same ability as me. I am the sole wielder of one of the four fundamental forces of the universe." He solemnly, not taking much pride in this observation, trying to remain as objective about it as he could. That's a lot of responsibility.
"Marcus, signing off." And with those words, the drone went back to it's hiding place, the video showing up on his computer screen to be re-watched at a later time.
Sarah's voice came back over the audio system. "It's now 7:50 A:M, and you are going to be late to school."
"Have Lambo pull up front." Marcus told the computer, referring to his driver as he walked towards the elevator which doubled as his walk-in closet. A compartment opened up and his leather jacket came out on it's hanger, fresh from the dry cleaner. His latest SMART-Glasses plus his 4,000 dollar watch came out of another compartment. The watch was a gift from his father - a Hyperhuman suppression device - and fashionable. He put on the black rimmed glasses and the gadget lit up, showing him his normal feed, synching to the phone in his pocket.
"Due to the protests outside of the school, thanks to the new program starting today, your father has deemed it unwise for you to arrive by car. Additionally, you shouldn't be late for your first day. The Helicopter's waiting on the roof." Sarah told him. "How gracious of the old man.." Marcus sighed, his father away on business - as always.
He arrived on the rooftop and walked towards the Helicopter with it's rotors running. It was an old army chopper that had been put into the private sector. The pilot was an old military Pilot - Gus.
"Morning Gus." Marcus told the grizzled old man who in his black suit, sunglasses and headgear smiled "Morning, Champ! You ready for a new semester in school?" He asked and Marcus nodded. The helicopter taking off for the couple of minutes worth of flight it would be across town to the school grounds.
At least as ready as he could be.
Arriving at the school, Marcus could peer out onto the parking lot where there were hundreds of people quite verbally protesting the new semester - in particular Mr. Leshner's Hyperhuman program. A bold move that hadn't been very popular city-wide, Principal Fitzgerald was certainly going against the grain on this one. Marcus for one was grateful - he needed all the support systems he could get right now. The protesters were holding plaques with different Anti-Hype slogans.
Some of the parking guards had cleared a spot for the Helicopter to land, gathering the appropriate attention from the students, protesters and people passing by.
Thanks, dad. I definitely wasn't planning on keeping a low profile.
Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 10:40am | Physics Lab
"Good morning, Ronald!" Marcus waved to Ronnie, a fellow Jock, popular kid and one of Marcus's friends throughout the years. He was far from his best friend, but they still got along quite a bit. Ronnie envied Marcus due to his wealth and it certainly was one of the reasons the latter had become friends with the now-revealed Hyperhuman back in Freshman year. Ronnie didn't even respond to Marcus's greeting, only grimacing at him. Marcus knew Ronnie had a disdain for Hyperhumans, but he wasn't expecting quite this cold of a shoulder. Evan walked up to him and Marcus smiled slightly. "Oh, hey E. I was getting worried people wouldn't talk to me after uh, y'know.." He said, stretching out his hand for a high-five as had become tradition for the two, and Evan looked at Marcus's hand and grimaced.
"Don't touch me, Weston." He said, bumping his shoulder, the other four jocks in their letterman jackets, Ronnie among them, walked past and around Marcus, in passing leaving some snide remarks. Marcus was of course hurt - a little bit dumbfounded, too. But ultimately, not surprised. When he had made that ball float in the air and then pop like a balloon with his brain - he knew his life would be changed forever. He took a seat at a lone table in the middle row of the classroom.
Marcus kept mostly quiet during the Physics class. He liked Jonas so far. His little bit with the eraser was incredibly impressive and Marcus was fairly sure that there was no way in hell he could do that twice in a row - he wasn't gonna ask the teacher to try, though. Not after the rather sobering experience he had faced running into his 'friends' earlier.
"Don't touch me, Weston." He said, bumping his shoulder, the other four jocks in their letterman jackets, Ronnie among them, walked past and around Marcus, in passing leaving some snide remarks. Marcus was of course hurt - a little bit dumbfounded, too. But ultimately, not surprised. When he had made that ball float in the air and then pop like a balloon with his brain - he knew his life would be changed forever. He took a seat at a lone table in the middle row of the classroom.
Marcus kept mostly quiet during the Physics class. He liked Jonas so far. His little bit with the eraser was incredibly impressive and Marcus was fairly sure that there was no way in hell he could do that twice in a row - he wasn't gonna ask the teacher to try, though. Not after the rather sobering experience he had faced running into his 'friends' earlier.
Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 02:20pm | The 'Loft'
Finally, at the end of the day, it was time for the class he had been looking forward to the past month - maybe finally all of the secrets of the universe would be unlocked. Maybe Mr. Lehrer would blow his horizons wide open. Instead, he was met with an after-school special spiel and the least interesting question about life as a Hyperhuman he had ever heard off.
Patience, Marcus... He thought. After the girls had spoken their peace - Esther had written hers, he, with surprising amount of uncertainty - a feeling he wasn't used to feeling - he hadn't been anxious for a test or a presentation in years. Yet now, he found himself wanting to not bring attention to himself. Had Evan and Ronnie really done such a number on his confidence? He wanted to challenge the Chloe's claim that nobody wanted to be a Hype - but even he had just been shown a very sobering reminder of what life's like as a Hyperhuman out of hiding - his 4,000$ watch wasn't gonna shield him from that truth. Not anymore.
Trying to block out these thoughts, the normally well spoken Marcus blurted out a half-cooked response"Technopath!" Letting the word linger in the air. "I'd like to be a technopath. They are the ones that have pushed civilization forward with their gifts the most. With technology, everyone can be super-powered. A Phone today would blow people from all parts of history away." trying to back-up what he said and regain some of his confidence.
Patience, Marcus... He thought. After the girls had spoken their peace - Esther had written hers, he, with surprising amount of uncertainty - a feeling he wasn't used to feeling - he hadn't been anxious for a test or a presentation in years. Yet now, he found himself wanting to not bring attention to himself. Had Evan and Ronnie really done such a number on his confidence? He wanted to challenge the Chloe's claim that nobody wanted to be a Hype - but even he had just been shown a very sobering reminder of what life's like as a Hyperhuman out of hiding - his 4,000$ watch wasn't gonna shield him from that truth. Not anymore.
Trying to block out these thoughts, the normally well spoken Marcus blurted out a half-cooked response"Technopath!" Letting the word linger in the air. "I'd like to be a technopath. They are the ones that have pushed civilization forward with their gifts the most. With technology, everyone can be super-powered. A Phone today would blow people from all parts of history away." trying to back-up what he said and regain some of his confidence.
