What I'm about to tell you will sound like witchcraft, but I assure you, all of the following is rooted in science. There is a law of science that states that energy can be neither created nor destroyed, only change state. Thermal energy can move through convection, conduction, and radiation, and electrical energy through electrical currents. Using turbines, we constantly transfer kinetic energy to electrical. This is pretty science-y, right? Well, here's where the witchery-sounding stuff comes in. I am able to absorb energy from any source I can see, then either change its state and put it elsewhere or merely transport it elsewhere. I guess you could call it an evolutionary advantage, but how I came to be like this was hardly to do with natural selection.
Three years ago, I was a junior in high school, my science class was taking a tour to a laboratory called Weston Labs. As we were walking past the genetic modification section, the power went out. No one screamed, or I at least didn't hear them. When the power came back on, I was strapped to a hospital bed, three men wearing lab coats, safety glasses, face masks, and hair nets were standing over top of me conversing with each other.
"Is he ready?" the man on the left side of me asked.
"Almost," the man closest to my head replied, "just one more injection."
The third man turned away from me and I heard what I assumed was science-y tools shuffle around. When he turned back he had a syringe in his left hand filled with a golden colored liquid. I felt the 2nd man wrap that latex tape that nurses wrap around arms before blood draws, around my right arm. The third man then leaned towards me and injected the golden liquid into my right arm as I tried to scream.
"Administer the primary shock," the man by my head said to the man on my left.
"Charging," the man on my left said as I began to hear that sound that defibrillators make before they shock people back to life. About three seconds later I felt and electrical current course through my body. When the current got to my heart, it stopped and warmed up my body.
"Administer the secondary shock."
Again I heard the defibrillator sound, and again I felt electricity course through my veins. This time, the energy passed my heart and continued the my brain before changing to heat.
"Administer the tertiary shock."
The sound was made. The electricity spread from my chest out, reaching my head first, then my fingers, then my toes, then I blacked out.
I woke up the next morning in my regular pajama's with the only recollection of the previous day being hazy at best. I sat up and stretched, the sunlight filtering through my scarlet curtains landing on my open binder on the floor.
Wait, I thought, since when do I own a binder?
As I pondered this question, I heard my mom call from downstairs. "Breakfast's ready!"
"Be there is a sec!" I yelled back. I slipped my sheets off and rolled out of bed. I changed into the white shirt and blue jeans I had laid out the night before.
Hang on, I thought as my mind began realizing that I laid out a green shirt the night before.
I didn't have time to ponder this fact, though. I glanced at the clock and realized it was quarter to eight. School started at eight. I hurriedly pulled on my socks and shoes and rushed down stairs.
"Woah!" my mom said as I was grabbing my toast and preparing to run out the door, "why the rush? It's Saturday."
"Saturday?" I inquired, "but what about the field trip? What happened to Friday?"
"Silly," my mom replied, "Friday was yesterday, you went on the field trip yesterday."
"Mom, don't mess around with me, I need to get to school."
"Oh... oh no. Not you too."
"What? What about me?"
"This happened with your father. When he began working at that laboratory, he always thought it was Tuesday, always thought that it was his first day. Well, until I sent him to the asylum." Then, she broke down and cried.
This was knew information to me, Mom always told me that Dad left, she never said he had went insane, but then I realized that I sounded just as crazy. I then remembered that binder that was on my floor and I rushed upstairs to find it; but it wasn't there, instead, there was a note. It said:
"1753, East Jefferson St. at 5:00pm."
Walking up to 1753, it didn't look like there was actually anything there. On the left of it there was a blue house, a yellow one on the right, but only an empty dirt lot in between. I glanced down at the watch on my left wrist. It had a dark green, cloth strap and a silver clip. The watch face had 3 tinier faces inside of it; one with the day, one with the month abbreviation, and one with the last two numbers of the year. The regular face read 4:59:59 right before I stepped over the part of the sidewalk separating 1751 from 1753.
"Glad you could make it," a man near the back of 1753 said. His face was shaded and he was wearing a brown trench coat, kakis, and brown leather shoes.
"Who are you?" I inquired.
"Why, I feel offended, you should know who I am, son," the man retorted.
"Um, sorry, no, my dad went insane."
"Is that what they told you? Oh well."
"Who's they?"
"Oh, my son, that isn't the real question, you should be asking who you are?"
"What do you mean?"
"Obviously you haven't discovered what they did to you at that lab. Well, they did the same to me."
"What. Did. They. Do?"
"It's hard to explain..."
"Try."
"Well, see..." my dad then went on to explain everything I told you at the beginning, but he added, "... but we aren't the only ones genetically compatible. The others, though, still work for Weston Labs."