Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Death and Rebirth
Chapter 1: Death and Rebirth
I was killed.
Yes. I was killed due to a most unfortunate accident.
I was food drunk and killed myself in a bout of deliriousness while attempting an experimental procedure.
I found myself in a dark void being tugged in a direction.
While being tugged, I found myself being shown my entire life and its effect in the world in its entirety.
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I saw myself as an above average bloke. Some called me the Prophet while others the Angel. I died at the age of 42.
I had accomplished a quite a few things in my life.
I was a lawyer by profession and a businessman by choice. I had an approximate knowledge of many things.
My Parents had hopes and dreams for me. For most of my life I found myself constrained by them as I followed their directions and guidance. I loved them yet abhorred the training I was put through. I was loyal to them as they were to me. Due to their prolonged insistence of me accomplishing something with my life along with my passions for reading and knowledge I ended up with several academic titles and accolades. I was told that I apparently had a higher than average brainpower All this is what I had achieved by the time I was 25.
I held various degrees and had accomplishments in the field of
- Medicine and Surgery
- Engineering, Biology, and Chemistry
- Robotics and Programming
- Law Mastery and Diplomacy
- Business and Logistics
- Linguist and Polyglot
- Expert Martial Artist and weapons expert
- Yoga and Meditation Guru
- Marketing King
- Economist and Statistician
- Logistician and Deductionist.
- Gourmet and Micheline Chef
- Musician and Composer
My life was planned out for me since the time I showed signs of intelligence at the age of 7 months. I hardly had a few friends. Nay. I had none I could truly call a friend.
I also had a younger sister. She was a little dumb. She was what was called normal. Despite everything, I thoroughly envied her and her ability to make friends. She was a sweet child who had earned all my trust and confidence. She looked up to me. I looked after her. I was a little overprotective. This caused problems between us and things had soured. I acknowledged my mistakes and we siblings were back together stronger than before.
My marriage too was planned out. I got married at the age of 26. It was a political-business arranged marriage. I went along with it. My family was satisfied with the girl. Who was I to bother?
A couple of months into my marriage was when disaster struck. My parents and sister had committed suicide. They had left a note stating their disappearance and transfer of their wealth to my wife and I. I felt hollow. I felt betrayed. I was effectively out of commission. My head was not working right.
The media had a field day that time. My wife handled it. The process of transfer was being handled by my wife while I was mourning. Another couple of months passed.
My wife divorced me and took everything except the house we lived in. Upon the death of my real family she had transferred all the assets unto herself and I had signed all of that in the period of my mourning. It was a chaotic year and only a month was left before my 27th birthday.
Most of the month was spent in delirium and intoxication. I had even called for hookers floundering away the meager balance I had in my accounts. I had planned to kill myself. Like the greats. I planned to kill myself on the day of my birth. 3 days before my birthday I stumbled into my hidden room. The hidden room only my sister and parents knew about. It was my sanctum. One created for me to be absolutely alone myself. Even my wife did not know about it. It was essentially a duct leading to chamber created under the basement.
In my grief, I had forgotten the recording and surveillance instruments that I had hidden across our humble little home. Despite all our riches, my parents were down to earth. We lived a simple life and believed in saving, investing and experiences. Not so much on material wealth. I was paranoid. To help me with my paranoia and curing it. I had my own personal danger room. One that had everything sufficing for me and my family's immediate survival.
What I found sobered me up immediately. I was hurt. I was devastated. I was furious. I fell apart and broke down. I cried for 3 days and 3 nights straight. What I found and saw is what changed me.
My apparent life-long partner had murdered my parents and my baby sister in cold blood and disposed of their bodies.
I never even got to see their bodies. She had literally dissolved them and flushed them down the drain. Everything was recorded.
When I turned 27. I had received an email with a link at noon. It was a recorded message from my family – My parents and my sister. They told me that they are sorry that they are not there for my birthday. They had done it deliberately. They wanted me to be alone for a period of time.
They had told me that they had planned a trip for me. An individual i.e. a solo-trip for me. It was a 90 days prepaid trip along the 6 continents. They confessed that they had lied to me about my intelligence and down played my accomplishments to protect me and keep me grounded. They told me I was super intelligent. I however lacked street smarts. The trip was for me to discover and find myself.
My trip was an experience that shaped the next 15 years of my life. I learnt new things and experienced enough for a lifetime. It was like I was born anew. I became street smart. All the knowledge inside of me was bursting forth with exuberance for a release. I was like a phoenix that rose from the ashes.
I returned back to my humble little home a changed man. I was motivated and fired up.
I began planning not only for success but also for revenge. That bitch whom I called my wife was going to suffer. As were all of those involved. They had touched my reverse scale.
I had a good plan with several contingencies. Considering I had very little funds to start with, I started with the low hanging fruits to get some money.
I started doing consultancy work in all of my fields doing various projects. With funds pouring in, I started an international law firm. I started suing all the major companies in the world for destruction of the world, for pollution, and for culpable genocide. The very idea that their actions will result in an inhabitable space for humans across the world effectively killing unborn generations of human beings through their actions resulted in a lot of media coverage. I got paid a hefty sum and started my own charity. My charity due to the infusion of settlement funds was in the Fortune Top 50.
While my charity did good for the world. I stated Patenting and Researching Ideas. One of the best places to look for ideas for development was the world of fiction. I became enamored by it and spent every minute of my leisure time reading.
This led to many invention from my organization Spitfire Orange Corporation also know as S.O.C.. It led a revolution in almost all industries and countries across the world. It was at the top position globally within 3 years of incorporation.
I also secretly tookover North Korea and replaced Kimmy with a slave who had had plastice surgery. This gave me courage and I ended up conquering 4/5 th of Africa, Eastern Europe and Parts of Asia. I was a force to be reckoned with.
For my so called wife and her family. I first and foremost put them in several scandals. I made it seem that they were haunted. They gave in to their paranoia of ghosts of my parents coming to harm them. They ended up bankrupting themselves. I ensured that my wife was subjected to several painful but curable diseases and accidents. Each and every time she was hospitalized I ensured she was systematically physically and emotionally tortured. Eventually, once the public no longer cared about them, they disappeared from the public and made their way into my private prisons. I tortured them for a good 7 years making them miserable, healing them at their breaking points only to shatter them into pieces again. They died at the 10th Death Anniversary of my real family. My fury at last was laid to rest.
I controlled and owned almost more than half of the world. The western capitalist and the eastern communists and socialists all hated me. I did not play the game by the rules. I changed the game that we were playing. The world was a better and happier place. I had planned for it to last for over a thousand years and beyond the earth. I was the messiah. I was the angel. I was the devil. I had accomplished almost everything I had set out to do.
All that was left for me was a stupid foolhardy quest. I wanted my original family back. Over the years.. I ended up cloning my self and was effectively immortal.. Or at least parts of my clones were. With my original plan in mind I effectively scrapped that idea and simply copied my brain onto a virtual network with backups on the earth, the Moon, Mars and Venus. I had a couple of children through surrogacy and trained them to take over once I died
I wanted my Parents back. I wanted my sister back. I wanted my family back. Either I get them back to me or go back to them.
I spent the next several years delving into mad sciences, rituals, magics and esotericism. I made myself somewhat of an expert in the topic.
I tried my best for 3 years for them to come to me. I failed miserably.
I tried the alternate. I will go to them. It was a do or die experiment. I used several quantum computers to help me reach and calculate possibilities. BTW.. I had solved the so called P vs NP problem along the way.
I had made my preparations. Be it a success of failure, I will be succeeding in my endeavor of the experiment resulting in it being my last day on Earth.
I performed the experiment on my birthday when I turned 42 years old. I spent a good 15 years. It was not time for my next great adventure. It was time for me to be reunited with my family. My real family.
I had a hearty meal of my all my favorite foods and then proceeded with trying to create a wormhole into another dimension. I was alone on my secret base. It was a fortified private island built for survival in case of an apocalypse. Well stocked and with enough materials and items to house and build a new civilization. Heh. Me and my paranoia.
Anyways. I made a small error in my calculations and as a result.. My entire island and I disappeared from the face of the earth into a wormhole.
It was the day the earth stood still.
It was the day I unfortunately killed myself.
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