Prologue

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2012 | US Presidential Press Conference


The loud sound of applause echoes through the large room as the President walks onto the stage followed by two Secret Service men. The President smiles and his mouth glistens a perfect white as the bright lights hit his teeth. He waves his hands motioning everyone to quiet down.

"Today I've been asked to present to you, the people of this country, a product that will change the world. Now I know what you are thinking, why is the president having a press conference over a product? Well this product has the ability to change the shape of our country, and hopefully the world."

The door that the President walked through opened and a man wearing a white lab suit walked in. He was holding a glass case with a small circular object in it. The scientist placed the case onto the podium in front of the President and opened it. The President pulled out the circular object and held it up for everyone to see.

"This is the Genesis. Genesis is what we need to acquire peace. To... to reach the definition of a Utopia. After years and years of countless fighting and terrorist attacks this is what we needed to stop it all. Now of course I know what you are thinking,"

That was starting to sound like the statement of the night,

"How will this small piece of tech bring world peace? Well that is what I am about to show you."

The lights dimmed and the projectors that had been showing the Genesis changed to a video. A man popped up on the screen. The image rotated around and showed the back of the man's head. A small, gun shaped tool made its way towards the back of his head and planted right under his skull and above his neck. The tool popped and a small puff of smoke blew into the air. A small incision was visible where the Genesis had gone into the man's neck. A small bit of blood was wiped away from the cut. A blue circular light flashed on around the Genesis and was visible through the neck.

"This is the Genesis," A mid-20's sounding voice began talking, "The Genesis is the next step in biomedical and technological advancement for humans across the world."

The camera panned out and showed the man's circulatory and nervous system.

"With the Genesis, we are able to track all types of measurements in your body. These include heart rate, blood pressure, metabolism, brain functionality, and much more. With this data, we are able to keep you healthy at all times and alert you when something changes in your body."

The camera zoomed onto the back of the neck where the Genesis was.

"The Genesis works by attaching to the spinal cord and getting complete access to the brain and all your nerves. This may seem dangerous and somewhat scary but it is completely safe. No harm is done to the brain or nervous system when Genesis is turned on or if it shuts down in any type of technical difficulty."

For the next 10 minutes the man talked about everything that the Genesis would do to keep someone safe and healthy. Genesis wasn't just for health purposes however.

"Genesis also has a brother," The video transitioned to show what almost looked like a Star Wars clone army. Where the blue light was, a red light appeared instead. "This is Titus. Titus is the Genesis of the new war era. Being able to track health problems and treat wounds on the battlefield, Titus is also able to better control hand eye coordination and allow for better technique on the field."

The conference ended after a brief demonstration of Titus in fight. Everyone in the crowd was awestruck. Unsure if the people liked the product or not, the President tapped on the mic and a loud ringing from feedback sounded throughout the room.

"Uhum... Well," The President was expecting a bigger impact on the crowd then he had gotten. "Questions anyone?"

Immediately after, the entire room erupted into applause. The room almost felt like it was vibrating. The President began to smile and walked off stage back through the door he entered. As he exited a brief shining of a dim blue light was visible on his neck.

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