The date is May 2nd, 2038, day 365 since the epidemic started. The people that are alive are in hiding, or staying in the shadows for supply runs. We still create items, that’s one of our only problems. This all because of a virus that made us incredibly smart, with no known side effects, until 335 days ago.
May 2nd, 2037
“This is Good Morning America. Scientists believe they’ve found something that makes every person super smart. One dose costs around $750, but if it makes the average person smarter everybody can benefit from having this.”
May 5th, 2037
My IQ is skyrocketing out of the roof. I took a test yesterday and it said my IQ was 183, which is considered genius. I got home and turned on the news, Time machines, portals, many items thought impossible are now in true existence. How could life get any better?
My parents themselves were absolute geniuses without the virus. They started on this trail of finding this virus to make us smart, as the same time of them doing crimes. They started robbing stores, etc to make money to get the ingredients to start this. They also started doing work for a dangerous man.
June 1st, 2037
There has to be somebody in the basement, the closet? No, no, no, no… no they can't be all the doors are locked, or are they?
“Hey house, lock all doors that lead to the outside”
“The doors are already locked sir I can lock all inside doors, if you would like.”
That’s right I remember scratching my scruffy beard.
July 18, 2037
In the recent month there have been over 60 shootings. All of which that I could tell were fatal. There is a cure that is a week in progress. It would take a genius to develop the cure, which is why I expect no cure to be developed.
July 20, 2037
There is a loud, sudden knocking on my front door. Every knock makes my stomach lunge from me and my heart race even faster and faster. This reminds me of my past.
February 21, 2010
I heard a loud banging noise from the front door. I got up from the couch where i was watching Spongebob. I was 6 years old and I was having the best time of my life with my mother and father. I turn the corner to look at the front door, I pondered why the police were at my front door I go up to the door unlock it and say hello. One of the police officers had a deep, raspy voice. He asked me if my parents were home, of course I responded yes. He asked if he could come in and I said yes listening to my teachers, do as the police say, don't be afraid of them. I go back to sit down on the couch as the cops are looking around. I sit on the couch and go back to watching spongebob. 10 minutes later my parents walk out of the house handcuffed. They said they were being arrested for matters too hard for me to comprehend. I knew what they were being arrested for. Counterfeit money, murder, theft, and robbery. This would haunt me throughout the rest of life. I was sent to an orphanage, there I was picked on and was adopted at the age of 11.
July 20,2037
I snap out of my thought and run to the basement. I take a left, hit 9-5-7-7-5-9 on the keypad and I walk inside the secret room with a lot of metal. Then I see my prize possession and I go to work.
July 21, 2037
The news is now officially gone. They probably turned to be like everyone else. All day long they broadcast a nationwide news alert program, more than likely from the government.I miss the tv.
July 25, 2037
My bed, my couch, my prize possession is all in my safe room. In total I made one assault rifle, one sniper, two handguns, one nice knife if you ask me, all for safety precautions. My parents knew how to make all of this, I just follow in their footsteps. I made about five hundred bullets, in one week. My parents would make their own weapons for what they would do. They also made bullets and taught how to do all of this. I change my keycode every hour. Here are all of them I made in the last ten hours. 7-2-5-4, 9-1-1, 4-2-3, 6-7-9-8, 4-6-9-9-8, 8-8-0-0-5, 6-6-6, 2-0-3-7, 2-0-1-2. I used some references if you realized.
