Chapter 6: Chapter 6: The Hologram of Destiny
Chapter 6: The Hologram of Destiny
It was now August 1961, and Michael Jackson, at the age of two years and five months, was growing rapidly, learning to speak and express himself in ways that were far beyond his years. His tiny fingers strummed air guitars, and he hummed songs he couldn't quite understand, but the melodies felt natural to him, as if they were embedded in his soul. His every movement, every gesture, every sound was a reflection of the future that was already set in motion for him, a future that had already been carefully crafted by forces far beyond human understanding.
The system that had been guiding him, ever-present in his mind, continued to evolve. Michael's connection to it was now stronger than ever. He could hear it clearer than before, like a whisper in his ear, a voice that echoed through his thoughts. But now, the voice had a new form. It appeared to him as a hologram, a projection of pure energy, floating in front of his eyes whenever he concentrated. Only Michael could see it, and it was the key to unlocking the power that had been bestowed upon him.
"Michael," the voice intoned, "You are at a new level now. At two years old, you are already ahead of your time. Your abilities are growing, and your understanding of music and the world around you is evolving. Let me show you what you've already attained."
The hologram flickered, and Michael's eyes widened in awe as the projection shimmered and began to form. First, it showed his personal attributes—his handsome features, his youthful face, and the aura of brilliance that surrounded him. Numbers appeared beside him, reflecting his current state.
"Age: 2 years, 5 months," the system displayed in bold, glowing letters. "Current Level: 3—potential growth: unlimited. Physical attributes: extraordinary—youthful beauty, destined for fame. Intelligence: exceptional, cognitive skills growing rapidly."
Michael blinked, fascinated by the display. He had never imagined such things, but now that he saw it, he understood that he was truly destined for greatness. The system continued its explanation.
"You have inherited the most extraordinary mind, Michael. The world will not see it at first, but you are a prodigy. Your intelligence spans many disciplines. Your understanding of music is unparalleled, and your ability to influence sound and rhythm has already reached a level beyond what anyone could expect at this age. Let me show you the most powerful asset you now possess."
The hologram shifted again, revealing an expansive library of songs. Hundreds, thousands of tracks, all carefully categorized by decades. On the right side of the hologram, Michael could see every song he would ever create, already waiting for him to bring them to life. He could feel the pulse of the music, vibrating through him as if the very air he breathed was alive with melody.
"These are your songs, Michael. They are part of you. You already possess the tracks that will define you, your music that will revolutionize the world. You have the greatest hits of the '80s and '90s—songs that will one day change everything. Look at the names—'Thriller,' 'Billie Jean,' 'Smooth Criminal,' 'Beat It,' 'Black or White,' and many more."
The hologram expanded further, showing songs by Prince, Stevie Wonder, and other iconic artists of the era. Michael could feel the essence of these songs, even if they hadn't been written yet. The Prince songs, the Stevie Wonder ballads, and the Whitney Houston anthems all shimmered in the hologram, calling to him like old friends.
"You can choose any song to bring into existence, Michael. You are not bound by time. The world may not be ready for these masterpieces yet, but you have the power to create them now. And, as you grow, you will bring them to life. The music you create will define entire generations."
The hologram zoomed in, showing the song "Billie Jean", the track that would one day make Michael Jackson a global icon. He could hear the faint beat, the haunting bassline, and the lyrics forming in his mind. He could feel the energy of the song surge within him, begging to be brought to life. But he also saw other songs, songs from artists who had yet to be born, waiting for their time to shine.
The system continued, its voice calm and unwavering.
"Every song you possess will become a legend. You will create magic, Michael. And your voice, your sound, will reach the hearts of billions. But you must wait for the right moment. You can craft your music, but it will only be released to the world at the time when it is destined to be heard."
Michael stared at the hologram, his mind racing with possibilities. He could see the iconic "Purple Rain" from Prince, songs that would one day electrify the world. He could see the "I Will Always Love You" that would be Whitney's greatest ballad. The power was all around him. He could choose to focus on any one of these tracks, but Michael knew that his journey was not just about creating music—it was about understanding the timing, the emotions, and the impact that each song would have.
"Your journey is not just about what you create, Michael," the system said. "It is about how you shape the world. With each song, you will influence cultures. You will bring joy, love, and hope. But remember, you are not the only one. There are others, like Prince, like Stevie Wonder. Their music will also rise in the future. But yours will be the soundtrack of history."
As the hologram continued to display the countless tracks and achievements that lay ahead of him, Michael felt the weight of destiny on his shoulders. At only two years and five months, he was already a living legend in the making, his future written in the stars, guided by the system that would ensure his path was paved for success.
But one thing was clear to Michael—he had a long road ahead, one that would require patience, growth, and understanding. He had the power to create, but the world was not yet ready. And as he continued to grow, the music within him would only become more powerful, more profound.
For now, Michael was just a boy—a boy with dreams that spanned beyond the stars. But those dreams would soon become a reality, one note at a time.
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