so what do you think!? I did it for school.
[SIZE=1]This was Tim, a regular unextraordinary boy who was mildly good at sports and a good
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student, but lazy on occasion. And this is exactly what he was doing right now walking home
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from a movie instead of doing the project that he had not even started on, which happened to be
due the next day.
But if he had any idea what would happen to him in the next few days he would have done this
project which happened to be on the works of a Howard po12 operating system. This was one
that Howard Systems had been working on for years. It had the capability to read your thoughts
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and transfer them onto the computer instantly; making it easy to create useful programs quickly,
years ahead of any competitors products. Although, it was so expensive that almost nobody
could afford it.
And this is what the project was supposed to be about. Too bad his mother knew that is
was due the next day and that Tim had been slacking off for the past month. Because of this,
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she was looking for any excuse to yell at him. And him getting home late was a fine one.
“Tim you stupid kid, what are you thinking! Watching a movie instead of working on your
project that you’ve known about for a month!” His mother yelled at him.
“But mom!” Tim interjected, “I can easily finish it tonight.”
“And get an F!”
“Ahh, well that is a minor side affect,” Tim said defending himself.
“Tim get your smart alack you upstairs right now! Oh and you’re grounded for the next 2 weeks!”
“Whatever mom.” Tim replied tiredly as he trudged upstairs to his room.
“What is her problem?” Tim thought as he walked into his room. “Can’t she tell that I
need a break every once and a while?” “ I can’t work like a machine all the time.” These were
the last thoughts that he had before he disappeared into a dreamless sleep.
The next day Tim rolled out of bed like a beetle rolls of it’s back, slowly. He grabbed his
backpack and trudged out the door like there was no reason to go on with this painless torture.
After Tim had caught the bus and taken it to school he was surprised to find a large gathering of
students and teachers that all looked equally excited about something. Tim wound his way
through the crowds until he could see what everyone was staring at. It happened to be a large
gleaming stage made of a solid something. He didn’t know exactly what that something was, but
the fact that it glowed with the radiance of the sun itself made it definitely worth staring at. On
top of this stage was a fat man with large ribbons running down his chest that connected to the
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bottom of his enormously large gut. Tim gaped at the erratic dress that the man on the stage was
in until the man began to speak… He sounded as if someone had shoved a calliope down his
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throat and the air coming up to form into words traversed through the depths of the calliope and
somehow made it out of his mouth with a rusty sound which was almost inaudible.
“I have come here this day, November the 21st, to tell you all that someone in this school
has been chosen to be the new ruler of this world and all the worlds beyond. He will be a man of
great moral strength and clever beyond belief (a large sigh of disappointment swept through the
women of the crowd ); also he will be a good man of strong build with a long great life ahead of
him,” he rattled off of a paper that he grasped tightly in his massive hand. “He is none other than
the 15 year old boy, Tim Alen!”
The crowd fell into small gatherings whispering quietly about Tim. And before much
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could be discussed, the fat man on the stage said loudly “Tim, please exit through the left of the
crowd and head to your home were we will come to pick you up shortly.”
Tim raced home like there was the devil racing after him which in fact, in a way there
was. He had no sooner arrived at his home than a government plane landed in his front yard to
pick him up and take him to the palace. Two men jumped out of the plane and yelled at Tim
“Come over here so we can take you over to the palace.” Tim, excited beyond belief, ran at the
ladder extending from the plane without a second thought or for that matter, a first. Tim quickly
scaled the ladder leading into the plane and as soon as he arrived in the plane everyone there
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(there were12 present) turned quickly to look at him with newly aroused interest. Tim, suddenly
self conscious, attempted to make himself appear more self-assured (he had lost the adrenalin
rush that he had previously experienced). Then one of the female riders said, “Tim if you would
like to sit down we have a seat right here for you.” she gestured at a black shiny seat with
neat looking armrests, also colored black. Tim walked over to the seat, sat down, buckled
himself in and boom! The plane rocketed off at an amazingly fast speed northward but Tim did
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not know this bit of information because the plane had no windows. But the take off was gentle
and the ride soft enough for Tim to fall asleep.
Tim awoke later as the plane came to land on the roof of the palace. The trapdoor in the
bottom of the plane opened and Tim unbuckled his seat belt along with everyone else and exited
the plane onto the landing platform. It appeared that if the plane landed here it would have had
to lower down like a helicopter. The wind was whipping around like a small hurricane and the
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rain tore from the skys as if God had put a water balloon above the earth and poked many holes
in it.
Without a word spoken, Tim was lead down the landing tower and through a staircase
that was on the left side of it. After going down a few flights of stairs Tim was lead into an
elevator. The female who had asked Tim if he had wanted to sit down pressed a button on the
wall and the elevator began it’s quick decent to the guest level. The doors opened and revealed a
long hall that sparkled like so many glowing diamonds lit by an internal blue fire. One of the
larger men clasped Tim on the shoulder and showed him to a room. The number on the door
read 2384.
The man opened the door, let go of Tim said “Make yourself at home,” and left. Tim
explored the room as quickly as possible. To the back of the room there was a large window,
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gaping and revealing the dark night; there was the bathroom over there to the left, a large chest
which turned out to be filled with clothes all in his size, on top of the chest there was a phone and
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tv and near the door there was a bed. Tim, although he had slept on the plane, was overwhelmed
with this new life and was tired so he took a running jump and dived into the bed.
The white sheets of the bed enveloped Tim like a cow in a snowstorm, covering him
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completely from head to toe. Man these beds are squishy, I feel like I could go swimming in
these. Coincidently the squishiness of the bed was the only thing that saved his life as a small
man hidden in a niche in the roof opened fire with his assault rifle, a X-234. Coincidently the
most favored weapon for assassins because of it high firing rate and little noise output. The
bullets plunged into the bed and resurfaced quickly as the bed’s spongy exterior repelled the new
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intruders, then sucked them down inside of it like a large basin of quicksand. As Tim struggled to
free himself from the clutches of the bed the would-be assassin jumped quickly out the window
into the dark clutches of the night.
Tim, now terrified, jackknifed out of the bed and slammed the window shut so violently
that a yeti would have been shamed. He ran to the phone and began to dial the number of the
police and then realized that there was nothing they could do for him because they couldn’t
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mess with matters concerning the ruler under any condition. Suddenly there was a knock at the
door . Tim said, “Come in.”
A large man entered. “Tim you must change into some of the clothes in that drawer and
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come up to the coordination room, use the elevator the room is on floor 22 . That is all.” The
man then left and closed the door.
Tim rushed about trying on clothes and switching in and out of them until he found ones
that he thought looked good on him. They had large dark green sleeves that matched with the
flowing torso and the army green corduroys. Strutting out of the room, Tim thought he looked
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pretty dashing, sadly though, he didn’t. If he were to be compared to anything in the hall I would
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have compared him to the ~murky swamp~ picture at the end of the hall. Tim walked into the
elevator and pressed the glowing 22 on the wall, it was his lucky star, his way to the top of the
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world, or so it seemed. The elevator shot upward quickly, like an arrow shot strait up in the air
by some unlucky young boy who would have his bow taken by an overprotective parent. As the
elevator reached the peak of its accent it suddenly froze like a rabbit with a gun in its face.
Tim stepped from the elevator and strode out into the large gaping hall awaiting him. A
small man about the size of Tim sat in the throne at the end of the hall and said in a voice that
sounded rather old, “Tim come, sit here next to me.” He gestured at a small seat next to the
throne. Tim walked over and sat down next to the ruler.
“Tim, you know that you are about to take on the single greatest position of power in the
world and the worlds beyond correct?”
“Yes sir,” Tim replied.
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“And you would rather take this responsibility than pass it on to someone else?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then you are ready for the coordination to begin then?”
“Yes,” Tim replied.
“Alright then, guards! Grab him and bind him to his chair!” Two burly men leapt out
from behind some curtains and quickly bound Tim to his chair with incredibly strong thick wire.
“And now,” said the former ruler, “let us begin.”
Out from a doorway hidden in the shadows came a man dressed in all white like a
surgeon, with a few men carrying some dangerous looking equipment on trolleys, tagging behind.
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“You see,” said the ruler, “Before the ruler passed on, he implanted a microbe in all of
my most trusted staff and me that stopped us from killing any ruler to come after me. But we
quickly found a way around this problem. We just have to cease to be us.” The surgeon picked
up a large syringe and stuck it deep into Tim’s forearm. So deep that Tim felt like it would
come out the other side of his arm, and then just as quickly as before, ripped it
out. Tim’s arm was burning with pain and felt like it had been partly mauled by a bear. The
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surgeon then took a gem out of the rulers crown and popped the top off and poured a strange red
substance that looked like blood into a container that a lackey held out for him. He then took the
syringe that held Tim’s blood, took off the top, and poured the blood into the bottom of the
gem. He stuck the top on and placed it back on the rulers crown.
A seizure seemed to overtake the ruler! He twisted and turned in his sparkling throne as
if he was controlled by a voodoo doll that had just been tipped over the edge of the Grand
Canyon; but with every move he became more like Tim, younger, stronger and more gentle
looking. Then suddenly it stopped! A great sigh of relief swept through the assembled
attendees as they looked at their ruler that looked exactly like Tim.
Slowly the ruler got up, he walked over in front of Tim, pulled a gun out from under his
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