waking up for the third time... i have to say im really not enjoying myself.
"fred, did i just?" i ask.
{did you just go into wild raving lunatic mode? yes}
thats just great. hopefully i dont pass out everytime this happens.
"whats the damage fred. what did i do?"
{ check your phone}
oh, right. i had a phone call. getting up, i begin searching the somehow even more destroyed area i call a lab. eventually i find my phone... sitting on some weird thing im assuming is a charging station... assuming that because of the wire going into the charging port on my phone.
giving my phone a once over, it seems like its ok. until i get to the lockscreen and have a face staring at me. my face.
"fred, what the hell is this" i ask, gritting my teeth.
{well, from the mutters and gleeful shouts between the giggling, i think you made a facial recognition program/ retinal scanner... amongst other things. dont hold the home key for too long. if you do it sets of a sonic resonator that can shatter glass. also, apparently your phone is now its own carrier. no more phone or internet bills.}
... ok, so not all bad. unlocking my phone i search for who called, and get immediately interrupted.
*ring ring*
"hi mom,"
" what the hell boy, ive been trying to call you back for over an hour!? are you ok? why wer you howling like a madman and gibbering nonsense before hanging up earlier? are you on drugs!?"
"mom, im not on drugs," i respond wincing at the tirade," i had a accident at the lab and the fumes made me delirious before the ventilation system kicked in. sorry about that, i had to get decontaminated."
i feel bad about lying to her, but no way in hell am i telling her im a metahuman.
"you sure your ok? do i need to come over and check on you?" she asks.
"No! I'm ok! really!"
after a few minutes of arguing back and forth she finally relent and get off the phone.
{ awe, why couldnt she come over, she sounds nice}
[[madness 45]]
{ah... i see...}
"shut up"
walking towards the door, i look back at the mess, contemplating whether or not i should stay and clean.
nope. food first.
---
After eating, and cleaning up the disaster area, I decide its time to see if anything changed on my status screen.
[[ name - Alex Ander
Level- 1
Health- 1000
Energy-230
Madness- 53
Strenght- 1
Speed- 1
Intelligence- 2.3
Endurance- 10.0
System comment- what the hell did you do to get your endurance that high, blow yourself up repeatedly?!?
Skills-
fugue state lvl2
programming lvl1
Blueprints available-
unbound lesser system core.
sonic resonator
retinal scaner]]
Ok. so a new skill, and 2 new blueprints. neet.
"so, fred. what exactly is your main purpose?"
{well, primarily im designed to keep track of things you make and how to make them, and to turn useful things you do into skills, with the ability to grow. and hopefully, give you some messure of control over your abilities as a mad scientist. you know, so they dont lock you up as a menace to society. you are an unregistered metahuman.}
"thanks for reminding me," i groan.
Everyone is tested for metahuman abilities at age 5. everyone. even the president's kids. even the mafia kids. its a matter of survival. this law came about because of a long string of metahumans that just snapped and started killing everyone in thier way, or couldn't control thier own strength, or started spewing fire when scared in the middle of kindergarten. yes, there are still villains. plenty of them. but no kid finds out they have powers by killing the entire class accidentally anymore. if you are a metahuman, you go to a minimum of 4 years of training on how to control your abilities. unless your a mad scientist. they are monitored 24/7 . and everytime they make something its confiscated immediately until testing of the item proves its safe, and not a weapon. most aren't safe.
and now I'm an unregistered metahuman. shit.
low profile. gotta stay under the radar... radar ... cop cars... signals
{alex!}
----
fuuuuuuuuuuuu.
hate this so so much.
{alex... do not move. dont talk, think at me if you have questions, but do not move or say a word.}
- what, what the hells going on-
{you started panicking ealier, and your madness shot up, then you went nutso.}
-I figured that, but why the hell do i hurt so much-
and i did. i hurt like hell. did i try to stop a train by stepping in front of it!?
{ well... now i know your not a class 1 mad scientist...your at least a class 4.}
class 1 metahumans are barely above human ability. all element manipulation, or materializing abilities are at minimum class 2. a class 1 strongman is as strong as 2 human males. a class 3 is as strong as 5. a class 4 is as strong as 10. a class 5 is as strong as 25. and thats the baseline before they train. a class one that trains enough can become a class 2, 3, 4, 5, ect. its not fixed. a class 5 can become able to throw a train over a skyscraper with enough training. none has pulled it off yet, but its a distinct possibility.
so me being a baseline class 4 mad scientist... f@%#%!%#^_#,×^#>'je
-what did i do....-
{well.... you panicked, like i said, raided the electronics store, hid in an alley, made a sonic shotgun, raided another electronic store, and then got in standoff with a local hero... after blasting him a block over, you went ito a construction site and started making a emp... }
... how the hell...
-how did i do all that in an hour?-
{ its been a day and a half... at least you wore a mask}
-HOW-
[[ passive skill- wrath of the mad scientist : when over stressed when in fugue state, you have a chance to be locked into the fugue state until your objective is complete , or nocked unconscious. probability of making irrational/paranoid choices increased by 75%. ]]
-#^@%@-
{...}
-so, why do i need to be quiet again? -
{well, after you built the emp, you made a randomized counter for it and as you were leaving you got hit by the local hero you blaster earlier... which threw you through a few buildings... but he lost track of you as he noticed the emp, so now we're hiding waiting for the search to be called off...}
i hate my life so much.