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—"Okay, now line up and remember strength isn't everything."— The instructor in charge shouted ordering his students
The boys and girls immediately followed the orders and stood one behind the other, each student at their respective distance
The instructor checked that all the students were correctly aligned, —"Okay, now follow me"— The instructor shouted again and pointed to the front.
At first the boys and girls walked in silence, but as they approached the restricted buildings, whispers filled with emotion began to appear little by little.
—"Hey, Dominick, where is the guy doing the handstand taking us?"— One of the boys asked his partner.
—"How the hell am I supposed to know?"— Dominick answered
When the two boys whispered, one of the other classmates joined in the conversation. —"I think we're going to the Xpecial building"— pointing to a heavily guarded black building.
This casual comment caused the boys' excitement to overflow, prompting countless questions to the instructor at the front of the line.
The instructor just looks back at the boys and smiles, without confirming or denying the question. —"Whoever doesn't keep quiet will go to the end" — The instructor threatens.
This caused a deathly silence, because the boys and girls shut their mouths suddenly.
But in every group there is always an idiot who wants to stand out in front of everyone.
The boy raises his face proudly and says to everyone. —"What do I care about this shitty test?" — Having said this, the boy immediately pats Dominick's back and adds. —"My father is about to buy the new CX-6 serum. It's true, Dominick." — Instead of answering and confirming what his partner had said, Dominick remained with his mouth open, not knowing what to say, because he knew that Favio was lying.
In fact, everyone knows he's lying and the boys immediately expose him, unleashing a wave of mockery towards Favio.
—"Instructor, those boys won't shut up, take them to the end".—Favio accuses, causing a silence among his classmates.
The instructor laughs out loud, —"Everyone go to the end, you too Favio."— he begins to send the boys to the end of the line.
Leaving Dominick alone in front
Favio is not bothered by this and immediately runs to the end of the line, winning the hatred several of his classmates who curse him as they pass by him.
The group of 40 students made up of 18 girls and 22 boys arrived in front of the building where a group of medical interns were already waiting for them. in white coats and green uniforms.
They are interns in their last year and specialize in mutant genetics, who are having a practice guided by a head doctor.
Upon seeing each other for the first time, both groups greet each other from a distance and the head physician orders, —"Begin."—
The first two medical interns stepped forward, gave a brief greeting to the head physician, and then headed toward the line of students arriving in front of the building.
They point to the first student in line and call him over.
Dominick nodded, then gave a small bow and walked toward the two medical interns. —"What's your name, boy?"— asks one of the medical interns.
—"Dominick Yuan ( ¥ )"— He answers and the other medical intern takes a full-body photo of Dominick and writes down some information in a folder.
—"Well Dominick, today is your lucky day."— says one of the medical interns with a smile and shows Dominick a transparent vial and inside, a small green ball like a mint chocolate or green chickpea.
Seeing the vial, Dominick asks curiously. —"What is that?"—
—"Miasma"— He answers and remains silent to create tension for Dominick, seconds later the medical intern adds. —"Compressed miasma"—
Although Dominick had some kind of doubts regarding the color of the miasma in his mind, the boy is not really worried.
One of the two medical interns points to the entrance to the building, while the other guides Dominick inside until he reaches a room full of futuristic silver capsules along with a series of cardiac equipment.
One of the interns comments.—"Dominick, I need you to undress completely."— With that said, the intern goes to the command panel in the futuristic capsule and begins to type several commands, while his partner checks that all the cardiac equipment is working correctly.
Dominick finishes taking off all his clothes and the futuristic capsule opens, revealing a bed. —"Come in"— The medical intern orders and then looks at his partner. —"Prepare the patient."—
In the distance, the chief physician and the other interns watch each step carefully and make some comments among themselves regarding the mutation process.
When the entire preparation process in Dominick's body ends, the chief physician gave the signal to enter the second phase: the patient's mutation.
Since the Miasma is a painless, odorless, and colorless gas, Dominick's body feels nothing throughout the process. A sedative is given and while the boy is sleeping, the other students and medical interns also begin their preparations.
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Halfway through the process, I feel how the heat of my body increases in a matter of seconds and my body is bathed in sweat.
But this is just beginning, because the heat returned again and it was right on the little toe of the foot and it rises little by little, this causes my body to be sticky with sweat.
Suddenly my ears start ringing, I hear sounds that make me clench my jaw tightly, making one of my hands turn and I try to cover my ears, to try to muffle or lessen the intense pain that my brain feels..
Before I open my mouth to complain, I feel my body begin to heat up to the point where all my skin turns red and if this is not enough, a torrent of information begins to reach my brain in the form of images....
These images become words that are illegible in a kind of chant that resonates and makes my brain sting until I collapse on the bed....
It was only a second of real time. without seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling or tasting my own saliva at least, but it felt like thousands of years had passed in complete darkness...
When I was about to go totally crazy a light appeared and it was turning into text, a golden text like incomprehensible Egyptian hieroglyphics and after several thousand attempts I read between the lines "the Gods exist"...
I am not saying this, nor did I get an illumination, much less was it my way of thinking..
It is written insistently in these hieroglyphics and when I understood this part, the writing began to reach my brain more quickly and as I understand more words they flow and flow, until they become a torrent of information that completely collapses my brain....
When my brain adapts to this type of information, another great torrent arrives and between the two they collapse my brain again..
When my brain adapts a third torrent arrives...
This is repeated.
And it repeats itself..
Until a stream of information forms and flows into my brain, but when my brain adapts, another stream comes and then another..
The streams become mighty rivers, then a wild sea..
Those seas become small oceans that then form mega oceans and flood my brain with information..
My brain adapts, grows and swallows all that information.
When I can finally see clearly, I realize that all that information is just a small drop and this same process is repeated not thousands of times, but billions of times...
The saddest thing about this is that I am fully conscious in this whole process and it was like a tar stain, that barely moves, but it was consuming everything, to form itself.
The most painful part of this process was the crunch of my bones breaking to reform before breaking again, building a stronger bone, and that bone barely resisted a little longer, before collapsing and repeating the same process...
This repeats itself over and over again without rest.
Each one of my bones was reformed until I had a complete skeleton where for a brain I had this tar stain that swallowed all kinds of information...
Each muscle on the bones was compacted millions of times receiving the same process and let's not talk about the 5 circulatory systems that surrounded the body...
Yes, as you read, there were five, because in addition to the blood, respiratory and nervous systems there were two other much more extensive and complex systems throughout my body.
If we give each system a color...
The blood system is red, the respiratory system is blue, the nervous system is black and the other two that cover the first three were sky blue and gold...
I really don't want to bore you with repetitive and tedious processes that are repeated millions of times to the point of nausea or the millions of times that the whole process had to be restarted because the tar stain was consuming the body...my body.
Until the container (My skeleton) was strong enough to contain the tar stain. (My brain)
When I finally became aware, this was my body and I felt every second of this whole process as an eternity, I looked in front and barely 1 second had passed, because the medical intern was pressing the same button
Ding,
In the background I can hear a second button pressing .
Suddenly the whole previous process began to repeat and repeat..
In a total of 2 hours...
7200 times I experienced the same process if you ask me...I really don't know how to say this, but I was not the same guy anymore...I realize when I open my eyes and see my body, I just feel a great energy flowing through my muscles.
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Upon leaving the futuristic capsule I felt like a Steve Roger, while I was surrounded by more than ten medical interns who wrote down various data in their logs.
—"Congratulations, you're the first one who has lasted more than two hours."— One of the interns tells me, clearly excited.
—"Wow, two hours you say."— I respond, amazed, and the medical intern with pen in hand points behind me.
I turn to see and at the top of the room there is an electronic board with the times of my 40 classmates, the board was showing the names of 10 by 10 from the shortest to the longest time.
My friend Favio is in twenty-third position (23), second is Bryan and third is Daniela, the representative of the group, in fourth is Edwin, the Nerf of the class.
Henrry, the instructor in charge, made his way through the medical interns, not caring if he pushed them to the sides, until he reached the front of me —"I need to run some tests on you."— This annoyed the interns who immediately looked at him annoyed for interrupting their moment of glory.
This caught my attention (maybe there aren't more boys or girls who can last longer) I thought, but before looking for an answer, a voice called me from a distance.
—"Dominick"— After hearing my name I looked up and saw Fabio greeting me with exaggerated gestures from a distance, noticing Favio's parents right next to him, but it's not just Favio, my other classmates also have their parents, siblings or some of their relatives.
Seeing my somewhat confused face, the instructor casually said, —"The school management called her family to tell the big news"—.
—"Oh."—I say through clenched teeth.
—"We've also called your tutors, but I think they're a bit busy." —The instructor comments with his somewhat complicated face. Although it sounds strange, this didn't surprise me.
In fact, it would be quite a surprise if they arrived after calling home.
And while I'm thinking about that, in the distance I see a group of men and women approaching, dressed in business suits and ties, carrying video cameras on their shoulders, and others carrying cameras fptografy.
When the instructor recognizes these people, he rolls his eyes. —"They've arrived."— Then he lets out a sigh and says to me in a whisper. —"Try to answer their questions with your best smile, don't be too specific in your answers, ramble as much as you can and don't try to stand out or you'll get a pain in the ass." — Finishing his sentence, the instructor took a couple of steps to the side.
The group of people arrived, pushing everyone, and I was immediately surrounded by cameras, their spotlights illuminating my face. while I try to cover my private parts to prevent them from coming out in the interview. —"Boy, what's your name?"—
—"How old are you?"—
—"How do you feel?"—
The instructor and the medical interns were laughing as they watched me try to cover the little brother from the cameras and prying eyes, but because of his size and thickness it was a bit complicated, while I was bombarded by countless questions.
Like any amateur in these matters, I looked for some help, but the damn instructor looked in the opposite direction from a distance, so I decided to answer the questions one by one in the most general way possible.
When I felt my face numb from smiling so much, the instructor in charge stepped forward and said in a deep voice. —"Okay, guys, that's all, we have to do some things"—Pointing to one of the gyms and before any of the reporters could ask.
A resounding —"No"— is heard and without looking back, the instructor takes me by the shoulder and takes me out of the siege of the reporters.
Although Everyone heard the complaints of reporters and medical interns, no one took them into account and we continued on our way.
Several meters ahead of the group of journalists, the instructor says to me through clenched teeth. —"You're very lucky Dominick, your interview may last one or two days at most, then someone from above will call them to delete everything and instead they will put the academy tournament."— Although this sounds reasonable, why would someone do such a thing for a stranger.
Not seeing Dominick's face very convinced, the instructor points to the futuristic capsules in the building. —"You think it's easy."— When the instructor remembers that second-class citizens have limited information about miasma and mutations, he understood part of the problem.
—"You know that miasma by itself can drive people crazy, right?"— the instructor asks.
—"Turn people back, what?"— Dominick answers, somewhat scared.
The instructor smiles and changes his question. —"Well, let me ask you how many mutants are in your family."— Dominick's answer is quick with a few shakes of his head and then adds. —"None."—
—"Being a mutant is quite a challenge and there is a 10% chance of becoming a mutant in the first second of breathing the miasma and as time goes by there is the possibility that everything goes wrong,"— The instructor takes a breath, while looking in several directions and quietly adds. —"Lycan, but not any kind of Lycan is a permanent and extremely aggressive one with no chance of reversing the mutation."— Dominick simply stopped and was left with his mouth open.
It was the first time he heard such a danger.
The instructor continues his way to the training building and Dominick follows him closely resuming his conversation meters ahead. —"The average time to get a mutation of a person is 5 to 10 minutes breathing the concentrated miasma and the longer the person stays inside the futuristic capsule the better these results are but with each second that passes there is a possibility of going crazy in the least of cases."—
Remembering all his relatives, Dominick asks his next question. —"What about those people who are not affected by the miasma?"—
The instructor asks surprised.—"You have relatives like that?"—
Dominick nods a couple of times and adds. —"My parents, three sisters, my brothers-in-law and my brother, not counting uncles or cousins."— The instructor scratched his chin and thought for a moment. —"Look, kid, there is a possibility of increasing your chances of becoming mutants by 30%, but the method is questionable and only works on women."— Hearing the possibility of his relatives becoming future mutants, Dominick got a little excited.
Before answering, the instructor points to the front, where a group of young girls and middle-aged women gather by the doors of the training building.
When they see Dominick, some girls scream with excitement and others run to meet him, while asking for his autograph, regardless of the fact that Dominick is naked.
The instructor simply moved a considerable distance away from the chaos generated by these women around the boy.
Between laughs and comments, the women around Dominick, without wasting time, let their clear intentions be seen.
They touch the boy's chest and abdomen at best, but the more daring women touch his crotch with racy requests, while laughing and making spicy comments.
When things start to get out of hand, the instructor intervenes. —"Girls, remember that you are in a school, not in your living room, take your photo, ask for your information and wait for the call."— After the comment, several snorts of disgust are heard, but the women lower the intensity of their actions and comments, for fear of being excluded from the contract.
The bombardment of names, body measurements and even his current virginity shouted by the girls and women around Dominick lasted for more than 5 minutes, not to mention the immense amount of flashes made by the smartphone cameras to the point of blinding him for several minutes.
It was thanks to the quick response of the instructor who took Dominick by the arm and entered the training building that they were able to leave the group of women without problems.
The moment they entered the building, two of the managers closed the doors leaving out the group of women who continue shouting with enthusiasm, while showing and touching their physical qualities.
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—"For a moment I thought those crazy women and girls would push the door and rush into the facilities."— One of the managers comments, frightened, to his partner.
The partner turned a deaf ear to the comment, while he is thoughtful and whispers. —"I think my wife was in that group."— His partner is not surprised and just rolls his eyes, —"My daughter is also there and I'm not making a drama."— Then he gave him a couple of pats on the back in support and adds. —"Damn contract."—
—"Let's see if we deserve to wear a green hat."— Pointing to the group heading towards the first test.
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To be continue...
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