The Power of Imagination

The Power of Imagination Part 1

"Close your eyes...What do you see? Is it darkness? Is it a bright light? Perhaps it's a memory that haunts you? What if I told you that you have only scratched the surface? That there is so much more to it? Would you believe me? Now open your eyes. Relax. There is so much more to the world that most people will never see, so much more to your world. Now I'm going to ask that you close your eyes again...good. Now this time, look further, past that darkness, past the light, past that pain...what do you see now? For most, it is nothing, that is to be expected. Let your mind flow, feel every synapse fire, every pulse of your veins, relax and let everything flow smoothly. If you can, build a room in your mind, if you are not yet capable then place yourself in this room. What is in this room? Perhaps you see pictures on the walls from your home. Perhaps you see your children playing. Is there a couch? Now imagine a door in that room...behind it is your utopia...Walk over and open the door. Enjoy...This is what I was talking about...the power of imagination..." The Horizon Television System abruptly flickers off. I close my eyes, focusing on my power of imagination. Darkness, a swirling maelstrom of limitless potential activates behind my eclipsing eyelids. "Lets pick up where we left off, shall we?" I say to myself as I become my avatar. Arkadios, the mechanical knight...

The whipping thunder of helicopter blades enters my ears as my eyes begin to open. Every millisecond they open wider and wider, letting in the blinding light of the conflagrant white Sun. Atop this skyscraper ledge, I can see the whole city. Giant, swirling, sky-touchers line the horizon as if a bottom row of steel and glass enameled teeth, ready to take a bite out of the heavens. The light kisses their pristine, mirror-like windows and bounces off like an extravagant array of sunbeams off in every direction. The clouds overhead appear to be painted by the elegant brushstrokes of god. Each cloud a masterpiece of reds, yellows, and dark gray on the canvas of the blue-sapphire sky. I look to the streets, paved with non-reflective steel-gray pressure panels. Ivory reflector strips line and mark the streets so traffic can flow. The pressure plates serve two functions: One, to alert upcoming streetlights to activate as to save electricity. Two, to provide another source of power to the city. Hundreds of vibrant-styled vehicles ride the city streets. Each individually designed how the owner desires, some are round, some are square, and some would give a geometry teacher a headache. On each side of the road, between the sidewalk and the street, a long trove of various plants thrive  and produce clean air for the city-dwellers. It's truly a florist's dream come true, so many colors and berries. The homeless and elderly care for it, providing fresh food and clean air to shelters and schools.   

I raise my left arm to the sun, observing its metallic shine. A silver exoskeleton coats my body, each plate locked with servos and carbon-fiber exterior muscle. The synthetic muscle system works in tandem with my actual muscle, receiving the signal and doing the same action via electrical pulse which causes contraction of the fibers. This gives me my superhuman strength and durability. The plates are a magnesium alloy, allowing for lightweight and extreme sturdiness. The plates shine slightly in the sunlight, having just enough opaqueness to keep it from blinding me in battle. Each plate is engraved with designs mimicking the fur of a bear's hide. White plates a heavier titanium alloy serve as accents to the silver magnesium plates. These heavier plates are in vital areas on my chest, shoulders, and weak points. Greaves line my shins over my exterior muscle-wall, giving the impression of ancient spartan armor. My helmet is designed to mimic the appearance of the mighty medieval bear, having the front designed to look like the face and sides continuing the trend past my ears. My sound amplifier is contained within the pseudo-bear ear, this device can block sound, amplify as the name implies, or even receive calls. Five long, white streaks scrape across my chest, as if a bear's savage strike had been their paintbrush. My eye-holes are covered in an azure tinted, transparent aluminum. More azure accents line various places where my armor meets. On my boots and elbows lies sound propulsion systems which can launch me into the air or slow my decent in short bursts.  This armor of my design, requires power to function to it's max. Luckily I came up with a quite ingenious idea, my armor takes kinetic energy from damage or simply my spending of potential energy and turns it back into stored potential where it can again be used as kinetic. Lining my bracers, mechanisms hold extendable two-and-a-half-foot long telescoping blades for battle.