Chapter 3: Discovery

It has been more than a month since I met and become one with an alien A.I. I had ceased being afraid of the AI and just accepted the fact that it was a permanent part of my brain.

I have been working with my new abilities very discretely and trying to keep a low profile. I have considered contacting the military in order to convince them to share some of their training techniques and technology. The AI had knowledge of the alien technology but I was reluctant to share that knowledge with Earth forces because of their immaturity and hostility towards each other.

So for the last month the AI, which I have come to call Al, short for Albert, and I have been working on the newest of the abilities. I have conquered fear, which was one of the first things to change. While I still have my morals and ethics, and a strong since of honor. So now that I am not afraid of people, not afraid to harm another human being, I am still in control and know when to act and when not to.

Recently we have been working on telepathy and telekinesis. When the telepathy first kicked in it was a nightmare; all those voices at once. Al explained it as a ship's radio receives all radio wave indiscriminately all at once; but uses filters to separate the frequencies. That is what you must learn to do. With six billion people all thinking at the same time you would go insane if you had to listen to them constantly. So Al taught me to filter out the voices that I didn't want to listen to. That would come in very handy when I did finally decide to reveal myself to the US military.

Today we are going to work some more on the telekinesis. I have learned to do quite a bit. When I am fully charged I can even fly.

<You have done well with telekinesis brute force methods; now I want you to work on finesse. It is one thing to smash in a door when your enemy already knows your coming, it is entirely different to just unlock it and open it quietly when you need to remain unnoticed.>

"Yes I see your point. Let's try the front door. I'll lock it with the key and work from there."

<Agreed>

I went into the living room and checked the front door. It was already locked so I knelt down and looked at the lock.

Slowly I manipulated the tumblers and the cylinder turned the first time. I was excited and continued to lock and unlock the door several times before I felt comfortable enough to move on. I became proficient enough that I only had to visualize the lock in order to manipulate it. I tried the visualization method with all of the locks in the house before moving on to other things. Some of the things we did was move small objects within the room; then we tried televiewing (moving my consciousness to other places to see without being there) and telekinesis at the same time. Through Al's patient tutelage I became so proficient that I barely had to concentrate in order to use my abilities.

The nanites had done wonders to my physical body. I was really impressed with the new me. My muscles were bigger, my diabetes was gone, I could run for over twenty miles and barely breathe hard. My cardio vascular system was in excellent shape. I would guess that I could run indefinitely as long as the sun was up. After sunset my energy dropped continuously as I used the energy. Luckily I could recharge just by moving into the EMF (electro magnetic field) of the city's power lines or if the need arose by touching them directly.

Another week of practice and I was ready to try a practical application. Al and I agreed that practice can only accomplish so much as we set out to look for trouble. I sent out my senses and searched for a crime being committed. It didn't take long for me to find a drug deal about to go down. I took off flying to the crime scene. Quietly hovering a hundred feet above them I assessed the situation and consulting with Al formulated a plan. I ascended to about five hundred feet to make sure I couldn't be heard talking and I called the police on my cell phone. Once I had finished the call I descended to fifty feet. I could see six people. They were trading what looked to be gym bags. I dropped to the ground using telekinesis to land without hurting myself. Immediately all six drew guns and pointed them at me. I quickly engaged the kinetic shield and hoped it would be enough.

"Gentlemen, don't you know that drug trafficking is illegal?" I said with a smirk.

"Who's the fuck is you muthafucka?" one of the guys said to me gesturing with his pistol with each syllable.

"Well after tonight I'll be an object of your hatred," I responded.

"Huh? What the fuck yous talkin' 'bout? You retarded or sumpin?"

Sheesh, the vocabulary of this ignorant gutter trash is astounding. "Let me spell it out for you fucking morons. Your going to hate me because I am going to knock you all out and take your money. I hope you can hear the sirens coming this way. I called the police before dropping in on you like this."

After hearing this and before I could finish they all began laughing. I just stood there. "Fuck you, muthafucka" one said and they all began to fire their guns at me. I instinctively covered my head and could feel the bullets hitting the shield I had in place. Once I realized the shield was working and the bullets were not getting through I stood up and looked at them. They stopped firing and stared at me with their mouths open. I could hear the sirens getting closer so I formed six tentacles of kinetic energy and sent them out to each of the hoodlums; hitting each one in the chest and knocking them to the ground. Although, I did not hit them hard enough to knock them out it did stun them pretty good. I grabbed the money bag and jumped into the air.

I hovered about two hundred feet for a while and watched the cops arrive and take out the local trash. I don't know if it was adrenaline or the energy I had absorbed earlier but I was grinning from ear to ear and loving every minute of it. The excitement of the night was lessening as I drew closer to home but it wasn't lost yet. I ran upstairs and tossed the bag on the bed.

I sat on the bed and opened the bag I had taken from the thugs. A low whistle came out as I stared at the huge amount of cash I was looking at. I couldn't take the risk of the government freezing my accounts if I became an enemy-of-the-state so I decided to stash it somewhere. I poured it all out on to the bed and counted it. This was going to be a big deal for such stupid gutter trash; the bag held five hundred thousand dollars in bundles of hundreds. I would be set for some time. I put all but ten thousand back in the bag and shoved it under the bed. Putting the money in my pocket I undressed and got ready for bed.

I now had more money than I had ever had in my entire life and graduation was not far off.

From the night of my encounter with the thugs up until graduation Al and I continued to practice and discuss the coming encounter with the military.

That night I flew to the building where the recruiters had their offices. I arrived early in the morning so I wouldn't have to wait but would be there before they were. I had seen the Army recruiter before; he had come to my school and tried to get some of the guys to join up. The others I had never met but they were pretty formidable looking men.

I walked across the parking lot and entered the building. The offices were side by side so I started with the one closest to the door. I entered the Army office and sat in front of the recruiter's desk.

"Can I help you? Are you looking to sign up?" First Sergeant Michaels asked.

"No, I'm not. I have developed a new weapon that I'd like to offer to the US military but the problem is that I am a no body and no one of any worth would deign to talk to me."

"A new weapon, huh? Is this some sort of joke, son; because if it is I don't have time for it."