The Power Within (A Gidbo_Mido Production)

Prolouge

   May seventeenth, 2013

     I sighed, looking down at my algebra homework. I chewed on my ruber pencil topper and glared at my text book. I squinted my eyes praying to myself that the book would ignite.

     "Quit trying D-Bag. It ain't gonna work." My best friend Casper said. Casper was a really buff football player, with split up parents. He was born in Puerto Rico and is really smart, so he's my own personal tutor.

     "Dude I'm telling you golden flames made my last text book explode." I glanced at him as he cocked his head to the side. Mockingly he squinted his eyes and pushed out his neck. I frowned at him, pouting my lip and furrowing my brow.

     "Yeah," he said, "That's what you look like right now. NOW... Can we please get back to our math work?" He pleaded, clearly exasperated with me. I stuck my tounge out at him and turned back to my notebook, copying down my formulas. "I think if you move the x over there, and then cross multiply the answer we would be able to move the coeffecient..." Casper rambled on about math stuff, while I nodded my head pretending to listen to him. I was lost in thought, trying to figure out a way to get my best friend to believe me.

     My mother and father walked in from job, wearing their white lab coats. Both my mother and father worked at a huge company called Techno-Corp. They made a lot of modern day technology like phones, computers, building equipment, and even home security systems. They made big bucks at that lab, which is why we were able to afford this huge house we live in.

     "Hi Casper, how's your grandmother?" my mother asked as she walked pass the living room and kissed my forehead. My mother is a tall African American woman with long blood colored dread locks that are tied up above her head in a pont tail.

     "She's good. She's excited about the new upgrade to our home security system. Its all fingerprints, no more pass codes. She said 'Now I won't have to remember those four number passcodes. The only way I could ever forget this, is if I forget how to work my thumb!'" He imitated his grandmothers voice, and turned his pencil around in a circle.

     "You know," my dad said while making a sandwhich, "We created that security system?" my dad nonchalantly smiled. My dad is a tall middle aged guy with a shiny bald head. He has skin the color of syrup and his beard was the color of my hair; midnight black. My mom playfully slaps his arm, causing him to squirt some mustard on the counter, instead of his roast turkey.

     "Oh shush dear. No one likes a big mouth!" We all laughed as my parents walked up the steps to their room. I stood up and walked to the kitchen where my dad had left a huge glob of mustard. I opened the fridge and saw nothing to eat except cold cuts and pickles. I ran to the bottom of the stair and yelled back at them.

     "Wait," I called out, "WHAT'S FOR DINNER?" They kept walking laughing to themselves. I folded my arm in frustration and walked over to my phone, which was sitting by my math text book. "FINE THEN I'LL JUST ORDER PIZZA!"

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     The classic statement, "Humans only use about three percent of their brain," is one I'm sure most of us are familiar with. Its in about every sci-fi book and movie there is. But, (yeah I said but at the beginning of the sentence, its every grammer teachers worst nightmare... Deal with it), there are many who will tell you, that the statment is very wrong. Every part of the human brain is known and accounted for. However, the average human does not know how to tap into the full potential of each part of the brain. Here let me give you an example.

     The amygdala is a real part of your brain that deals with you're fight or flight response to danger. (Don't believe me? Google it. Just because this is a sci-fi novel doesn't mean everything is made up.) On average a human uses, lets say fifteen percent of the amygdala, which allows them to react to things such as a car coming towards you or a dog attacking you. But, other humans are able to use way much more than fifteen percent. Some people are able to use close to one hundred percent of the amygdala, which enables them to have superhuman abilities. Super speed, eyesight better than a hawks, and super strength.

     Now not everyone is able to acheive this level of super human, but those that are able too are what we would call chromesites. Its because they are able to acheive this power with the help of special chromosomes called the Omega chromosome or the Delta chromosome. Those with the Delta chromosome are usually considered evil (Yes, good and evil, what a noble concept for a sci-fi novel. Stick with me people.) And those with the Omega chromosome are typically good.

     Every one hundred years fate chooses two children who will fulfill a great destiny and save the world from oblivion. And the children of the century are Akia Gonkar, age 15 and Melani Roe, age 14. Both of these kids have a fusion of the Omega chromosome and the Delta chromosome, which is called the Beta Chromosome. Unfortunately the two children have chosen the opposite sides in this battle, but who is good and who is bad is up to you to decide.

     This is the part of the story where I give some faboulously tragic story about the main protaginist (antongist?) Of the story but, to be brutaly blunt Atari doesn't have one. He lives the perfect life with the money, a loving family, great friends, and athletic prowess. But things were about to drastically change for him. It was at this point in his life in which he realized that he was different. Different can be good or bad but in any case its something to hope for, because now Akia and his siblings must find the power within. Strap yourselves in for this ride kids, because this is going to be amazing.