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Fractal Psyche

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What would you do if you could simulate every single aspect of your life? If you could predict the outcome of everything given enough preparation and time? If you could try every possibility and search for the best course of action? Maybe humans could achieve that level of technology someday, but they are a step behind something they can't even comprehend...

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Chapter 1The Last Day Of A Nobody's Life

"Routine... I hate it.

I would love for it to stop once and for all. God. My head hurts...

Wouldn't it be nice? I have read so many books yet I'm always living somebody else's adventures. That's lame. Am I lame?"

A bored out-of-her-mind cashier with a 'please end my suffering' expression kept ringing this young man's items. It was the third time this month that the same guy came to get groceries yet he always had the same expression.

"That will be 17.37$ cash or card?"

"You act as if we aren't friends Veronica... you know I always pay with my phone..."

"... We are not friends.."

"..."

*Ding*

"Thank you for your purchase sir. Come back soon."

"As if you would care..."

A small smirk could be seen on Veronica's face, it seemed like she enjoyed making that guy's life a little bit more miserable than hers...

"Take care, Marcus."

"Yeah yeah whatever..."

Marcus was an exchange student from Europe attending an American University, but things weren't going as planned.

His lack of Physical fitness made him pass unnoticed by most people during sports events, even tho he had good grades it was 100% because of sheer commitment to his academic studies... altho recently those were starting to affect his health.

Marcus was 20 years old around 1.76m and with short dark hair. His physical complexion wasn't really remarkable. He was a bit underweight and it looked as if the wind could blow him away. If the common cold didn't kill him before that.

Walking back to his dorm with the groceries for the week and a book at hand. Not looking where he was walking was a common occurrence, but Marcus couldn't care less really...

The situation changed when it started to rain. Torrential rain started to pour from the sky all over him, while hastily protecting his new book with his coat, he had no other choice but to get soaked as the fifteen minutes back home were unavoidable.

As if a typhoon just arrived to make his life impossible Marcus tried to run to the nearest shelter he could find. An old oak tree welcomed him in its embrace the foliage so thick it almost protected him completely from the rain.

At that point, his phone started to ring...

'Weird, I don't remember giving anyone my new number yet' Marcus thought.

"Hello? New phone who this?"

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Generic News News Anchor.

[In recent news tragedy struck a small town in Idaho, as a powerline fell into the road during one of the biggest Storms registered in a decade, sadly a young man fell victim to this lethal incident.

Marcus Alexander Celer an exchange student with 20 years lost his life past Tuesday.

The authorities are still trying to contact his family meanwhile the local power company refuses to make an official statement... ]

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"Well... Shit."

Marcus heard a loud crack and slowly a light pole started to fall in his direction. Altho it felt like a thousand years it was only a few seconds until 55,000 volts ran right through him.

In an instant, he was completely fried.

Everything turned black. He found himself surrounded by nothingness...

[Was about to say something like "Where am I?" but it's not a secret, is it? I'm pretty sure I just kicked the bucket...]

[Well... What now? Am I going to be enslaved with my thoughts for all eternity? I have a few traumas I would rather not revisit if that's the case.]

[Is it weird to be ok with being dead? I kinda think I'm not supposed to be this ok with my current predicament, also... where the hell is my body?]

[Im feeling a bit warm, maybe I'm not dead after all? Nah I'm pretty sure there's no way I would have survived THAT.]

[Is that... light?]

In a room full of middle-aged women, there was one, in particular, that was having trouble, she was pregnant.

Her face blushed red while she looked extremely weak.

after ten laborious hours of birth, a small, silent, but otherwise healthy-looking baby was born.

A few smiles could be seen among the women in that room, but their expressions changed when they saw that the woman who had just given birth wasn't responding to them, a few thought she fell unconscious because of the effort but it didn't look like that was the case...

Suddenly a man barraged into the room, while all the women looked agitated.

To his left hip, a sword was in a leather sheath, while his face was half-covered in what seemed to be blood, altho you could deduce it wasn't his.

"Jhoan, I came as fast as I could!"

"Jhoan? ...JHOAN PLEASE JHOAN NO!"

"Sir..." One of the women in the room cautiously approached the man.

She Had a baby on her hands...

"Sir... Your baby... She's fine... I'm sorry."

The man who has fallen to his knees embracing the woman whom he referred to as Jhoan while tears streamed out his eyes looked to his side and saw the lady with a baby in her arms and sighed heavily...

"Thank you, Nana... Let me see her..."

The woman passed the baby into his firm arms and altho he looked ferocious he caressed the little girl with impressive gentleness and made direct eye contact with the small being in his arms and then spoke.

"Look Jhoan, she's your little girl." His eyes were completely filled with grief and pain.

"I promise Jhoan, I will look after our little Janette. Always."

The man's arms were trembling, he had just lost what was most precious to him, yet he vowed to never let that happen again...

The little girl stretched her arms and patted the man's arms playfully. While her small amber-colored eyes brought light to the room once more.

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