17.08.16-I Made a new prologue and chapter one about 13k sym. The last one was whyny and Rewrite what i see fit while trying to maintain the story intact( not that there is much of it for now)

Prologue

So where does a story begin?

At the very beginning? at some life changing event? Or at the end itself?

Well my story begins like any other. I was born, raised by a loving family I even had a little sister. So whats so different about my story?

My talents were like those of any other person. With a tad bit on the math side. I was doing four digit adding and subtracting in matter of seconds at the age of 5. School was a breeze, though my math grades weren't so high. I liked to play the games, read books and fill my head with trivia. Bits of history, math, science, I even learned how to draw, well with a pencil mostly but I was good at it.

From all those interesting subjects I never really bothered with school, don't be mistaken I did go to school but I never wrote homework or go to competitions. God knows my teachers tried. After all I was above average with barely any effort... mostly. Language studies were a bust my best mark was a four, no that was what I was aiming for anyway, I never figured out why it was important to study old and repetitive literature. It was all the same there was a guy he got wronged he lost the girl and he died. That was pretty much it. We could have leaned Chinese literature from the middle ages, American from the 18-19 century in short the unique stuff.

Those that will give us some insight in to the development of the literature during the ages, shifting the moral values and so on. Well most of this fits philosophy class which I enjoyed ass well.

I'm getting of topic aren't I?

Well lest say I got pissed by idiots around the back of the classroom and moved to the only available empty seat. At the front. And surprise surprise I started to pay more attention. Most of my grades increased quite a bit. And I managed to buff up my math grades from four to six in a week. I did annoy the hell out of my math teacher though.

As high school ended and I went to university I kept playing the same old tune. It had its charms but it wasn't working. It was obvious after the second moth but I was lazy as a blob. At the end of the first year I wasted a lot of money from my parents and didn't have much results I managed to pass 3 out of 7 exams and couldn't even take the 8th. The first half of the second year was mostly the same but I got bored from life as a whole and decided to try to... try.

I started with math cuz I figured it would be easier and on the way I picked physics up. After all it was university level math so it worked well in combo. I didn't go to lectures or exercises I just solved math problems and memorized physics equations. After two months I got back on track and continued to go to class. With my sharper memory and curiosity it was easy to pick up on stuff. Moth teachers were surprised except for the math ones they know I'm a curious person and needed a nudge and were even glad I gave myself one.

I got my grades to go up and retook the failed exams with flying colors. during that time I even got to to other lectures outside of my curriculum. Advanced physics, Advanced chemistry and so on. Eventually I was ahead of my group and even got permission from the Dean to participate in other exercises. By the end of the 3rd year I was already at the end of my education which was supposed to last 4. It didn't take long for me to want a PhD the only matter was what subject? I didn't care much not to mention I knew most if not all the teachers and professors in the university. I was the both the most annoying and curios person on campus.

I was forced to take a break by the Dean since I was usually 24/7 in the university. And while I was playing games I got an inspiration. And opted to write the first working four dimension theory on the effect of gravity on space and time. And on the third day of my vacation I was back on campus hoarding a whole lecture hall for myself it was filled with hundreds of sticky notes burger wrappers and chalk. And boy I was so into it I even wrote on the walls with a black marker.... the permanent one.

In about a month lectures were supposed to begin and me being me and don't giving a fuck about it most students were blocking the door not knowing whats going on until a professor came though he was the programming one. I remember him making a racket and screaming about me being a vandal or something. I just noded and gave off sounds of approval totally ignoring him and just scribbling on the good ol' blackboard.

He tried to erase a part of it and I snapped his wrist... breaking it. He screamed in pain and most of the students got the creeps from me. After all I just got back to my thing without having a fuck to give. The guard showed up and helped him to get some medical attention. He was a good guy. Always brought me something to eat when I forget I also did give him the money back.

It was obvious that the lecture hall was not going to be used any time soon, so the students dispersed saying I'm a loon or something. They were probably first years or something I was quite infamous around campus. Later that day the Dean himself personally and he knew he was looking at something, but he didn't know what. So sooner than later all the math professors and their assistants showed up and after that the physics ones did too.

They were in discussion with the Dean near the corner, not to disturb me. They even set a few tables to watch and dismissed classes for the day some students were even there. I just ignored them. Soon I stopped writing and took my note book to the center of the lecture hall. I enjoyed my work and got the final bits. Making sense of all that mess.... well for other people I mean come on it isn't even messy. You have the gravity multiplication under the table followed by the relation between speed and time in a photon at the left wall, a few extras on the sticky note on my belt. It is a nice system but alas I have to make it "presentable".

I started condensing my notes and managed to put the whole equation on a single A4 page and on the back are the legend of the symbols, I did use quite a few of those. I went straight for the door put a copy on the table and went home to take a nap.

Apparently my equation is interesting the Dean and staff couldn't tell whether it worked or not so they sent it to the eggheads at the Hadron Colider. And after a weak a reply was received along with a job invitation. The equation solved a lot of theoretical and some practical problems. I figure why not it should be fun smashing thing together.

God was I wrong it was boring as hell all you do is stair at numbers all way long!!! After 6 months of this crap I quit, I'm not stupid enough to sign a work contract I did sign a non disclosure one though that one made sense. I'm not used to flunking money around and the pay was huge not to mention I had quite a bit left over from my scholarships. Enough to live for 20 years just from the scholarships. And the rest will last me a lifetime.

That was the easy part of my life. After that it was non stop torture from idiots from different corporations, governments and so on wanting for me to work for them. And DEAR GOD was it annoying. And one even went to far. They kidnapped my little sister. They wanted me to work on something or she bites the dust. Damn people can stupe so low.

Not having much of a choice I agreed. Quantum computing is what they want to lead the market with. Not bad for an idea birthed by a moron. Their CEO was an idiot, at best. He gave me full access to what I want for the project. It was fun but they still had my sister hostage so I wasn't very happy nor truly cooperative. I knew what the current quantum computer is supposed to look like but not how it works, what do you think I am? Stephen Hawking or something? So insted I made a gamma bomb, the funny thing is I manage to convince the CEO to allow me to invent a miniature nuclear power cell for the Computer. There were quite a bit of "failures" And I had the components necessary. All thats left was for a live test.

And boy am I lucky. The CEO of idiotopia decided to show my first test to his sponsors the military. What a surprise!! For them anyway. You should have seen the look on their faces when they heard what I actually have. I believe my words were something along the lines "Ill I wanted from life was peace and quite, and you pricks ruined not only mine but those of my family. I still remember the pictures of my sister beaten and raped in order for you to acquire my cooperation for your project. The way I see it I will never have what I want and you will always keep hurting my family. And for what a few green pieces of paper. Ill make sure you die slowly and painfully as for me well as long as I'm around they are in danger and I'm damn curious to find what the afterlife holds. So bye bye."

The bomb is quite strong and I died instantly as for the idiots, best guess the turned in to a mutated lump and died slowly unable to do anything and watching the life slip away from their grasp. God I hope so. BTW I'm not religious its just good ol swearing. Though I hoped I will have my eternal peace it was not so. Best guess go was pissed so he gave me a re-roll for the laughs. A whole new life starting from day one well, sorta.

I was reborn plain and simple I dint know why or how but I ain't stupid. Slow moving limbs...check. Weird fleshy rope from my belly button...check. Confined space and breathing liquid...check. Being born after 6 months...check. What you tough a baby is couscous all the time. No they aren't. At the end of the 3rd month the brains is properly formed so I'm guessing thats when my mind took over or something. And I was sleeping almost 24/7 waking up from time to time to stretch.

Early baby life is slow.

After being born a couldn't see properly. My parents were blurs, actually everything is a blur. And soon I fell asleep. I woke up a few times but I dint saw my parents I wasn't hungry either. I'm probably being fed while I sleep. While I'm awake I try to think of why, what, where, when all of the W questions. For some reason my head hurts when I think too much. The first time I just whined for a bit and blacked out due to pain. The second and third was the same just longer periods of whining. You would think that I would stop thinking but I can't I'm damn curious and curiosity ain't killing this bear.

Around my something attempt I didn't black out but I cried out a lot. Which is the first time I saw my mom. She was quite pretty or at least she used to be. Best guess she is around her mid or late 20s and she didn't have a stress free life. She has a round face with blue eyes with thin brows, dirty blond hair wrapped in cloth of some sort. Full lips and a charming smile, wearing a simple dark brown dress.

She had a look of worry when looking at me, well she only looks at me at the moment. She said something but I can't understand it. And I quickly fall in the land of dreams.

When I woke up I blink a few times due the brightness. After I adapt the wide blue sky fills my view with white puffy clouds. I wiggle a bit and notice I'm in my mothers embrace. She smiles and looks ahead and yells something. Not long after, a large shadow looms over me I feel big hands grab me and lift me up in to the air. Since the sun is not casting a shadow I see a stout tall man a bit on the chubby side, with a boxed beard (A goatee with more on the jawline connecting to the sideburns) on his slightly elongated face with a short brown hair and hazel eyes with bushy brows.

He kept me there for a while while talking. Since I didn't understand him other than he is happy to see me (awake). Best guess is he is my dad. Behind him I see the sun slowly crawling towards the horizon and along the field of light gray soil I see a small hut with a tool shed, judging by the two separate windows it has two rooms. My dad brings me closer to him and holds me with one hand while mom just watches with a smile while spinning a peace of wool into a thread. I guess he is quite strong and nimble for my mom not to worry. His hands and feel soft and hard at the same time. Whenever he flexes his muscles while moving they feel hard as stone.

With his other hand he lifts a hoe and continues his work on the unfinished field which stretches as far as the forest on the horizon. 'How the hell does a small family process such a large piece of land? I guess me being a city boy will learn with time. After all there is nothing like the fruits of your labor ah the good ol Ahh....' As my train of though is stooped by the pain I'm in I cry out in a small pitiful voice and black out again.

When I wake up I'm back in what I think is my crib. I wigle around to get my parents attention and before I succeed I hear knocking on the door.