Outside the Earth's exosphere, amidst the trash of civilization; a lone object drifted across space. It was a small sphere the size of a golf ball; it's surface dark like the night around it, the intricate green lines were glowing all over the ball as if it were conscious.
The object's shape was constantly changing, as well as its size; now it was a golf ball, the next moment it was a hexagon, then a cube the size of a vehicle, later a circle, a cone...and so on and so forth! It would have been an interesting sight to behold. Now, this alien object had not been stagnant, in fact, it had been orbiting the blue planet for several months, studying and assessing the inhabitants.
Concludingly, the planet was half dead despite it's outer beauty. Venom was seeping into her core, her seas, her lands and atmosphere. The primates at the 'top of the food chain' -as they so oftenly boasted- were so blinded by their individual goals, leading lives of greed and not at all looking at the bigger picture.
Their homeworld's doom indubitably set in stone, and all they could think of is prioritizing short term indulgences; fattening their flesh with poison and filling their pockets with paper to inflate their useless egos! For weeks, the astronomical object had been seeking a host to fuse with, but this world lacked potential, heck, slightly intelligent creatures like dolphins and horses were now the better option left.
The continents were torn and divided into nations and led by councils that never sought to advance civilization; as a matter of fact, the evolution of the dominant race in general was stagnant! Out of billions, only ten were suitable candidates. And eight out of the ten were delusional and severely infected with 'brainrot' characters that would not utilize the object's full potential!
But the remaining two had promise. Especially a certain individual settled in a newly discovered island. The other valid candidate was sickly and at death's door already, it would be a waste to merge with a dying vessel who's will barely passed the qualifications. The alien object glowed a lime green and changed into a semi liquid substance as it spied on its set candidate.
The soon-to-be user had simply been decided on through a method of elimination as his potential shone brighter, but a series of unforseen circumstances had burried the star in dirt; hidden from the world. Patiently, it waited as the chosen host stepped out of a building and into an alley.
The sun was soon to set in a couple of hours. Without wasting time, the otherworldly object dove down, piercing the planet's atmospheric membranes with little to no resistance. It did not even ignite as it invaded the blue planet: it's set location, a lone figure walking along a dimmed alleyway with slumped shoulders.
Jacob had successfully returned the bike to Jonestone's pizza place. He explained that he was not able to receive the pay from his last delivery; leaving out the drama revolving around Dianne of course. Taylor Jonestone, his boss, chewed his ear out and spiced it up with a couple of slurs for his 'incompetence'; Jacob took the lecture silently and wanted to be done with the situation as soon as possible to head to his evening class. If he talked back, it would have been a whole other issue and he was not interested in opening that can of worms.
His heavy-bodied, middle aged manager deemed it fair to deduct $30 from his wage as punishment for pulling such a stunt. Jacob, as a part time delivery guy; was earning $15 per hour, and he worked the 11-1400hrs shift. An effective 3 hours, thus earning $45 from his toiling, with the bullshit from Taylor, he was down to 15 dollars!
Oh, he was beyond pissed, but he could not do anything as that would lose him a source of income. Jacob was not ready to start fishing for other jobs to replace this, as that in itself was stressful. Besides, he was really desperate for money to cover his loans and studies, as well as living expenses.
With drooping shoulders, he walked into an alley, a shortcut to his University. A few minutes into his depressing strides, his phone rang. Taking it out, the broken screen displayed an unknown contact; he received the call and kept his thumb on the volume button as it occasionally fluctuated. The phone was serving its tenth year, and Jacob lacked the luxury to purchase a better one, he was grateful infact. 'Bless your soul little one, we've been through a lot,' Jacob chuckled internally as he spoke into the device.
"Erm, Hallo?" Jacob slowed his pace.
"Ah, finally got to you sir, we have a lot to discuss Mr. Voss," the caller replied, his voice laid back and soothing.
"Sorry, you might've gotten the wrong person, I am not this Voss you speak of, my name's Jacob," he prepared to end the call thinking it was one of those sammers, but the caller's next words made him pause.
"No wait! Yes, you're the right person, Mr. Jacob Voss. My name is Oliver Brix; I am the Lawyer tasked with passing on the inheritance to your name. You are the son of Jolynn Voss and Eriq Talbot correct?" the voice was in a panic, and blurted out to gain Jacob's attention.
Jacob became silent at the mention of his parent's names. Shock numbed his mind, then reverie of his no more folks haunted his thoughts for a brief moment. He recovered, pushing such thoughts at the back of his mind and brought forward the sudden news.
He had an inheritance? But from whom? He had never been introduced to any relatives on his mother's side; he had only heard stories of her grandfather. His father had a younger sister that had played with him in his childhood, but lost contact after both his parents died in a freak accident.
"Mr. Voss, would it be possible to schedule a meet up at Stragenah Cooperative? I am currently residing at the 40th floor." Oliver suggested, strategically putting Jacob at a lower status than his by asking him to head over, at a place he was residing nonetheless.
"Hmm~sure, I can lend an ear to...AH! Fuck!" Jacob grasped at his nape as a wave of pain ran down his spine and circulated; now heading up to his brain.
Something had descended and stung him. A bee probably. But it felt as though it were the size of a fat, grey house cat!
"Mr. Voss? Something wrong?" Oliver feigned concern as he had heard Jacob cuss and thought he was displeased with his arrangements.
Jacob was washed over with drowsiness and in the next second; his sensory receptors shut down simultaneously. With his brain rendered dysfunctional, Jacob slumped forward, his fall cushioned by garbage bags.
{Host successfully acquired. Proceeding with merging!} A mechanical voice echoed inside Jacob's mind, but he was unaware of it within his forced slumber.
"Hallo? Mr. Voss? Are you still there sir?" Now Oliver was worried as the thud indicated a drop of an unconscious person. But before he could question further, the call was ended. The old device was so in tune with its owner that with umatched loyalty, joined her master in sleep. Such devices required constant tweaking to operate normally.
Hours trickled by and still, Jacob slept, unfeeling of his surroundings. He was deep in soothing darkness as a life changing even transpired within him. The orange sun dipped into the horizon, ushering in night and her dangers.
Three figures rounded the corner and staggered along the alley Jacob was in. As they successfully trod past the unconscious man, one amongst the three stopped and looked back.
"Aye...Fell...fellas, I think I hear me some breathin' in the daark~" his speech was sluggish, earning the interest of the other two.
The trio walked over and stood before a sleeping Jacob. One of the men patted down his person while another struggled to free the phone from the knocked out man. The task seemed impossible as the device did not leave the cage of Jacob's fingers.
"Eiiiy! Dis punk has...has the,the,the grip of a dead man! Joey come help me out," the third man trudged over to help free the phone.
"Ahh~the bastard only got 40 bucks on him! Poor sap, we better off than 'im and we just done a drinking spree!" the first man guffawed after retrieving a wallet from his thorough pat down.
With the phone and wallet acquired, the drunkards were about to depart, but Joey had a daring idea.
"Listen 'ere fellas, y'all remember Jonathan that stupid lad?" He asked.
"Ah? The one that hit 'da lottery?" The one that had struggled against taking the phone smoothed out his bushy brown moustache.
"Ya'h what about the stingy rat!" The last man, patted his receding hairline out of habit.
{Synchronization at 80%! Advancements require host to be conscious!}
"Nah brothers! The damn leech done sold his ol' man's organs! Heart 'n all!" Joey's blue eyes held a menacing gleam within the shadows.
Well, luck had always been a strange concept to Jacob. And thus; out of the frying pan and into the fire. Would the alien intruder allow harvesting of its host's vitals?