Chapter 1

My first thought was that this had to be a dream.

My name is Devon Black and I am fifteen years old. If you're wandering, I was emancipated when I was fifteen because I graduated college at the age of fourteen. My mother was the Heiress to a fortune that involved diamond mines and that woman was beyond rich. We're not talking millions. We're not talking Billions. We're talking trillions and it was all left to me when she died. Of course I would have given every penny back if I could have just had a chance to say goodbye. She died suddenly of an aneurism. It was a shock to all of us kids.

I received all that money when I was fifteen and what did I do? I did what any true redneck from Oklahoma would do. With the money I had I was able to bribe several places to give me guns early and I started one hell of a collection when I bought a ranch with several horses on it. We're talking millions of dollars worth of guns that were in secure secret weapons safe.

Most of the guns that I had were illegal for me to own, especially the fully automatic weapons and explosives. But I was curious and I wanted to know every bit of information I could learn about them. I even hired an ex-Navy Seal to teach me every thing that I needed to know. He was a retied soldier that gladly took the money I gave him

I suppose I should tell you a few things about myself. I have raven black hair and a fairly chiseled body; do to the four hours a day that I work out. My personality is a bit on the loner side and I will admit that I am pretty shy. Unless it comes to business and then people accused me of being the devil. But that wasn't really the case; I just had a good head for it.

The last thing I have to say is that I don't have much luck with women. It always seemed that I would become tongue tied in front of a beautiful woman. I hated this weakness with a passion. Then there were the gold-diggers sniffing around and I avoided them like the plague.

It was odd that I didn't have that much of clue with women considering that I live with two of them. They were identical twins and were my sisters. They were both fourteen years old and they were a hand full. I bribed a judge to get custody of them and we have never been happier.

Britt was the oldest by mere minutes and she came out with a set of lungs on her that you wouldn't believe. In fact, I still think she sounds a lot like she did that day—just don't say I said it. Her hobbies are horse back riding and cheerleading; she was the classic prep of the house. But we loved her anyway.

What could I say about my sister Shari? I know it's not nice to pick favorites, but she is my favorite. She has a sarcastic voice and she loves to use it when not around family. She also goes to Kenpo classes with me and actually keeps up. She can actually match me with a sword. The other funny thing about her is that she curses like a sailor. Yep, she was defiantly a tomboy and I wouldn't have her any other way

Enough about my sisters for now, you will see them later.

Concerning the first sentence—the one I said I thought I might be dreaming. Well if you could see what I am seeing then you would most likely be thinking the same thing. It was completely beyond my imagination though. I just couldn't believe that I was sitting here. To tell the truth, it was starting to freak me out more than a little bit.

Let me tell you what is going on at the moment. I was sitting in a straight back metal chair and I could only see forward. The last thing I remember was lifting weights at my Ranch. I was strapped into the chair so that I could not move my arms or legs and it was beginning to make me claustrophobic and a lot pissed off.

That all changed when something happened.

The room I was in looked to be completely reinforced by some hard material so I doubted that I would be able to escape even if I got out of the chair. It was really irritating not knowing what the fuck was going on. That was when something happened that scared the hell out of me.

Even though the room seemed solid, the wall just seemed to dematerialize right in front of me at a slow rate. I knew that that sort of technology was not on earth and I began to have a wild thought that I was far, far from earth. I hoped that wasn't the case and a bad imagination at work, but what happened next shot that theory down.

What walked through the door blew my mind. It was close to eight feet tall and had four arms. It also had no mouth and beady eyes. It walked over to me and a chair sprang up directly out of the floor. The alien took a seat and seemed as relaxed as could be.

<I'm sorry for your discomfort, Devon, but we have decided that we must talk to you. Rest assured, if you refuse our offer, after this you will be sent home.>The crinkle in his eyes related that he was smiling, I hoped.

I went over my options. I could be a smart ass, like I wanted to be, but I figured that that wouldn't do me much good. I figured the best way was to cooperate with the telepathic Alien.

"What could you possibly want from me?" I asked as politely as possible.

<The short answer is that we would like to do an experiment on you and many other individuals.>

That made panic rise in me anew. "What kind of experiments are you talking about?"

<There is a race of Alien beings called the Tel'Bak that are not my race, that have decided the human race is going in the wrong direction for improvement. They have decided to sterilize a portion of your planet. All government employees will be the first to die. Then law enforcement will be next. Then everyone religious, save children. Then the rest that will die will make it so that women outnumber men twelve to one. The only way to stop this is if we seed your planet. >

<What I mean is that your planet will wake up and have Psionic abilities. In case you are wondering what a Psionic is, it is the top of the food chain. They can read minds, use telekinesis and start fires with their mind. They are very, very powerful race>

"At the moment we are awakening three thousand Psionics in each country in your world. That was one year ago. We know this will cause a world wide panic but we basically believe that they will be thinking of something else besides racism, rape and killing for the fun of it."

"I get all that, I was just wondering what you want to do to me."

<We want to place a bigger, a much bigger Psionic orb inside of your head. It would effetely make you one of the most powerful Psionics on the planet. You're powers will only be matched by a select few. One of then are what you call the bad guys, the other two are girls that are very nice.

"What do you want from me?" I asked curiously.

<My race, the Cal'Bol is willing to help you with some of our technology. But keep in mind, we only wish to help you, so that you can help others.>

"What kind of help did you have in mind?"

<First of all, besides making you a psionic we're going to give you a state the art A.I. system, this is so that you can bounce ideas off the machine intelligence.>

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. They were going to help me. And I would be damned if I turned them down. I vowed then and there that I would help my planet as much as possible. But I still had a nagging thought inside my head. "So you're telling me that one year has passed since I have been here. Could you tell me what it is like there now?"

<I'll be blunt; the Psionics have taken over the world and set a new world order. Most of the human's are slaves instead of Followers. The difference in a slave and a Follower is that slaves are treated very harshly, such as starvation and beatings. Followers are different altogether. The followers are very happy to serve their master and they wouldn't have it any other way. That is just the life of things.

<There is one more thing that we should discuss before I send you back. There are Psionics in the world that try to do well. In fact, I know one of them personally. You will meet her soon. She already knows where you live. I warn you though that all good Psionics have two followers themselves, so don't try to insult them.>

"So when do I leave to this new world? I'm kind of anxious to get started."

The alien snapped his finger and the chair reclined so that I was lying on my back. Then a metal helmet went over my head. All of the sudden I felt my entire body tingle, especially in my head. I had a feeing that the Alien did more than make me a Psionic.

When I sat back up, very easily at that, I looked at the alien in confusion. I had never felt this good in my entire life. Seeing the look on the aliens face confirmed that he did something else. "What have you done to me spaces-boy?" My voice was calm but I was as nervous as hell.

I swear the Alien looked at me with a smug look, even if he didn't have a mouth. <Instead of just improving your mind so that you would be a Psionic, I also made modifications to you body. You are now five times stronger than normal human, also not to mention faster.>

I just sat there in shock. These abilities could go a long way for me. Not to mention that I would get all the pussy I wanted, as long as I treated them right. I tell you, it is really hard not to let this go to my head but I knew I would try my best. He had given me the greatest gift that I could possibly have.

Since the chair was unlocked I decided to stand up. It was amazing, I had so much strength that it felt like I floated up. I looked around and noticed my eyes were about three times sharper than normal. I also notice that I put on about fifty pounds of body muscle.

"Can you tell me about the contact I am supposed to meet?"

<Normally I wouldn't, but this time I can tell you it's your sister Shari.>

"Shari?! She must have been through lot to be able to train me," I stated softly. I could hardly believe that was my sister. I felt bad that she had to go through so many bad things.

<She has a confirmed kill record of three hundred Psionics and twenty-three Normals. Yes, she is a very dangerous. However, she will be the best to train you to kill so that you can protect your country.>

<There is one more thing that I should tell you before you leave. I have installed into you what we call The Alfa Male Factor. All women under the age of twenty five and good looking will be affected by this.

<Now, I'm afraid our time is up. If you have any questions ask the A.I She has almost all the knowledge that I do. She is probably the most sophisticated machine in existence, so I would suggest you treat her with care.

The next thing I knew was that I woke up on my very soft bed and thought maybe it all was a dream. That dream was shattered when I saw a state of the art computer system setting where mine used to be. It had a fifty inch color screen monitor and it looked like a hackers dream.

All the sudden the door busted open and my sister Shari threw herself on me, sobbing on my chest. When she finally got a hold of her self where she was just sniffling, she began to tell me things I knew and things I didn't. I couldn't get it out o my mind how cute she looked in jeans that seemed painted on and a halter top. I also noticed that her nipples were getting hard through the top.