Im Max number 1192000. I cant wait to burn, and I dont mean in hell I love god, but im not going to be able to get a job or enough money to go to another planet. Im a bandit, and thats pretty hard job to get in year 5214892 especially with all the people who know youre face and the reward that will take you off of this earth and the robots that go faster than the speed of light with weapon that vaporize you to gray charcol. but im good because I have powers. Yes your listening to an crazy super but who cares. Youve listened to crazier like a president of the world who lives in computer program 9 Au's away. Do you know how big is an astronmical unit? Me neither , but its huge. I never went to school and ihalf remeber remeber my moms and dads brains being blown out across a kitchen floor because a super wanted my flesh to complete his collection of powers from taking other supers powers( thats hows supers work by the way, if you cand see black veins and red vains running up and down your body thats means you can take traits from another species). I killed him age 5 I have photographic memory like everyone else but theirs a device to destroy some memories then ran away from my neighboorhood. I didnt miss it was bullied because I was a super, and plus my neighboor hood was just some crushed buildings half flooded from global warming , some thugs, and a high rent to live in with the rest of the 30 million. it was bright at that time when the sun was a bright red now its a menacing dark red. I dont remeber what happened after that but it must of been bad because I erased from my memory with the little money I had. I couldnt go back into the system I would go to the orphanage which was like prison. so I didnt go Into the system plus they were looking for me in my neighboorhood and thought I was involved because im a super, and these days they wouldnt think twice. So I robbed people of food, money, and lives just to stay alive. I was making a name for myself the 5 year old menace, the stonehearted super, and my faviorte decimax which means in anarktinian born a killer. You think my life was crap them oh your in for a right hook it just got worst from there.
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The Living
Mystery / Thrillerpart 1chapter 1 I live and breath stardust. Did you know that ? We all do , because supposedly the world is made up of fantasy garbadge that no one gets nothing from. Life, a little tiny speck in the sky mocking my very existence. I wish I was a sta...