Alex Foster 2. chapter

Alex stared the hospital bed, where the “woman” was sleeping. It hardly could be called human: It had long, poisonous teeth coming out of her mouth, perfect bone structure and muscles, not to mention her wings and scorpion spike. Suddenly woman wake up, and Alex saw her cat-like eyes widened in horror. It screamed, unable to speak, and doctors rushed to calm her down. Eventually they managed to take her to instant learning chair, that would download everything into her brains, and turn her to dangerous weapon we intend to create.

My part was over, and they gave me week off from work, so Frank decided to skip the rest of the day and celebrate. We take high-speed train to downtown and buyed a pizza on the way to comic store where Frank sometimes worked. Why we went there, you wonder? Well, in the staff room, there was stairs to underground tunnels and our loft apartment was just under the comic store.

Frank had lived his whole live in Underground, because his parents wanted bigger apartment than they could have afforded above, and there was also much cleaner air and safer. He had spent most of his childhood reading comics and playing computer games. My sister Echelon and I had lived very different life.

We had moved around the USA and were homeschooled, and after I turned seven, (Echelon was nine at the time), we moved around the world with our mum who worked in sustainable development projects. We lived in Mexico, Brazil, Indonesia, India and even Afghanistan, and learnt things you can't learn in school, such as native languages, mythology, martial arts, parkour and kite fighting. By the time I was 15 and returned to USA, I had much more knowledge than average high school student.

Alex Foster

Alex is 22 year old, short and skinny guy with brown hair and dark green eyes. He studies genetics in university, is interested in politics, computers, writing and drawing. He keeps a free press blog, has friends in Underground eXperiment and runs his computer as relay of Deep Web, which has lead to problems with authorities.

He is friendly, hardworking and creative, but he has difficulty of trusting other people and focus what he should do (is often lost in his thoughts). He has lots of ideas and is not afraid of anything, but doesn`t know what he should believe or do.

Then, one sunny beautiful day came, and Alex was forced to make a decision that would not only change his live, but the whole world: Would he dare to become society`s villain in order to save it from nightmare?

 

 

 

Chapter one

 

Alex walked in campus with his friend Frank. Or Frank was flying with his swoop board, scaring other students, but he just laughed to their angry glares. Today he was manic, and there was nothing you could do to make him act like grown up. Alex was actually little jealous about his carefree mood.

 

He was worried about what was happening in army lab where he worked. They had managed to create hybrid animals with genes from at least ten different animals and artificials parts, and he was afraid that they would use the same technology to humans, creating some kind of super-soldiers.

 

Normally any student wouldn`t be allowed to work here, especially when he has friends in Underground eXperiment, but Alex was one of most promising students in university and the lab was only good place to learn about genetic modification and stem cells, so here he studied his two last years.

 

Frank studied game designing, so Alex waved to his red haired friend and agreed to meet him in library during lunch. Alex walked to laboratory, gate read his RFID chip and after he gave his fingerprint, it allowed him to go inside. The team had managed to grew functionable brains from stem cells few days ago, and today they would print a hybrid human with bioprinter and  join the brains in the body, hopefully managing to bring it alive.

 

New Tech Polis

After New York was destroyed in Oil War, the government build New Tech Polis, were lives 15 million people. All energy is produced with solar panels and fuel cells from water, or by burning wastes. Most work is done by robots or immigrants, only most intelligent and creative persons have jobs as scientist or factory manager, the rest spend their either watching TV or doing voluntary work.

The economy is based on resources instead of competition and debt, and everyone has as much energy and food they need, thanks to artificial meat and genetic modification. Everyone are not happy, though. The citizens are under surveillance all the time, there is no privacy or own space because there lives too many people.

That`s why some of people have moved outside the system, to self-sufficient cities like Atlantis, or Underground eXperiment, hacker-artist community under the city. There lives also many of Alex`s friends.

New Tech Polis

After New York was destroyed in Oil War, the government build New Tech Polis, were lives 15 million people. All energy is produced with solar panels and fuel cells from water, or by burning wastes. Most work is done by robots or immigrants, only most intelligent and creative persons have jobs as scientist or factory manager, the rest spend their either watching TV or doing voluntary work.

The economy is based on resources instead of competition and debt, and everyone has as much energy and food they need, thanks to artificial meat and genetic modification. Everyone are not happy, though. The citizens are under surveillance all the time, there is no privacy or own space because there lives too many people.

That`s why some of people have moved outside the system, to self-sufficient cities like Atlantis, or Underground eXperiment, hacker-artist community under the city. There lives also many of Alex`s friends.

 

Forgotten children 18. chapter

Man in a black suit steps out of car in front of shady club. The club is on the edge of city center, only few blocks away from the place of illegal street races and shoes hanging on power lines, marking either drug selling or some gang member`s place of death. In the other direction, where he just came from, was expensive hotels and trendy night clubs. Here would had been much more pleasant to meet, Henry Evergreen didn`t like gangs or drugs, but he didn`t wanted policies or journalist to know the truth about his transactions. He, like all politicians and bankers, was involved in dirtier things than most prisoners.

He had never felt empathy or love, but lately he had felt like he was dead inside. He was like a machine that seeks for power and money, and tramples everyone under his feet, and he didn`t knew if he was still able to laugh. Then he shook his head, now wasn`t time for self-pity. He had came here to meet NSA leader and some of the congressmen, because they had heard worrying rumors from Suburbia. Policies had either changed side or been captured, and the army refused to attacking their own citizens. It seemed that nothing could be done, but they could not let the rebels win, or everything would fall apart. He knew that they had gone too far, intimidating and spying on people, not to mention everything that they had concealed, or blood that they had washed from their hands with money.

If it all is revealed to the masses ... He felt a shiver of horror at the thought of it, nothing would be able to hold the enraged and frustrated crowd. The world would experience a huge change, and they wouldn`t survive without great losses. 

Forgotten children 17. chapter

Jeff, his siblings, Benjamin and I were laying on the couch, watching TV and eating pizza and candies (Why we would eat something healthy, when we were allowed to eat whatever we wanted?), when the programme was suddenly intrrupted because of extra news broadcast.

 There had been an outbreak of thousands of people and Angels in protests, in Suburbia and five other cities. The Angels were all "stolen" or unreported, and there was rumors that AF-society was behind the protests, so polices had been sent to disperse the protests, altough you could see from the video that almost half of the police officers had changed side and the crowd was winning.

"We have to join in the protest!",Jeff exclaimed exitedly. Jenny looked at her big brother like he had finally gone crazy and sighed: "Idiot, those polices have guns, and soon they will propably ask the army to come here or something. What we, six kids, could do?"

"So what? What if Jessie was Angel, would you just let them take her to some place where she is beaten and abused, without doing anything?", Jeff asked provocatively. "Of course not!", Jenny snapped. "What is different now, then, don`t we have to do anything as long as it is for some unknown person, but we do expect others to come to help us when it comes to Jessie?"

That silenced Jenny. "Alright then, but don`t get into trouble, okay?", she said, already given in. "Of course not, when I had ever been in trouble?", Jeff asked over innocently, and Jenny sighed like she was a mother of childs in defiance age, which, in fact, wasn`t far from truth.

Forgotten children 16. chapter

Luckily I got at least one friend. Jeff had also been abandoned by his parents, his mother had become pregnant during high school and Jeff `s father had just left her and gone to army, so she started to take drugs. Because Jeff`s mother didn`t really cared about her childs and was hardly ever at home, and Benjamin and I were lonely in the mall, I asked if Jeff and his siblings (Two sisters, Jenny who was 9 and in same as class Benjamin, 7 year old Jessie, and little brother Jack who was 5), wanted to move to the mall with us.

They had lived by stealing food and money, because their mother never cooked to them, and they teached me and Benjamin steal too. We wouldn`t have to, our parents were rich enough to feed us all, but it became some kind of game. We stole only from our parent`s stores and from rich people, it was revenge to my parents, and left a note with "Forgotten children" written to it.

Soon our "gang" was in the news, and now, three years later, we were legend in our school. It was actually quite funny how my classmates first laughed and made fun of us, and minute later they told each other exitedly about Forgotten children`s new attacks. No one knew the truth about us.

It was Fourth of July, and I had just turned 15, when the Rebel of Angels started.

Forgotten children 15.chapter

I have lived in a mall with my little brother for past nine years. After Benjamin`s third birthday, our parents went back to work and forgot us. Because the mall was owned by our parents, we were allowed to eat what we wanted, take toys, computer games and movies from shops, and sleep in the furniture store, and no one said anything to us. For six years, we talked mostly just with each others, expect weekly call from our parents and making exams in nearby school, where one of the  mall workers took us to.

Everything changed when I turned 12. Until then, we had studied independently, but suddenly our parents decided that we had to go to school. On the first day, I already understood that I would never fit in.  I didn`t knew how to talk with others, and didn`t knew anyone, but everyone thought they knew me. To them I was Nathan Evergreen, spoiled bastard whose parents owned half of the city.

Yeah, my parents were Henry and Susan Evergreen, who owned hotels, malls and factories around the world, as well as one of the biggest investment banks in the USA. I had seen my parents more in the television meeting bankers and politicians than from face-to-face, but it didn`t matter to my classmates. They were jealous to me, because Suburbia was a miserable city.

There lived almost million people, but it was far from glamorous metropolies. It was full of blocks built in 80`s, run-down indrustial buildings and ready-made people whose live consist of dull office job, runnig in the hypermarkets and brainless entertainment, because they were too afraid to change their life, too afraid to stick out, but still it was their biggest dream.

Looking out at a town called Suburbia

Everybody's just fighting to fit in

Little rats running mazes, having babies

It's a vicious little world that we live in

Looking back at a life on the other side

I realize that I didn't fit in

Didn't hate it but I didn't quite relate it

To my precious little world

Breaking out of a town called Suburbia

I remember everybody always saying

"Little brat, must be crazy, never make it

In our vicious little world"

 

Lyrics are from song "The Reckless and The Brave" by All Time Low