remembrances continued

After that the moving day passed in a swift blur, more people, students, came to help, there weren't too many of them only a couple of others, all my juniors.

At this point all the senior members have left graduating onto their separate walks of life keeping in minimal contact, checking in on our progress occasionally, they were all busy people, after all, each of them presidios graduates from the 'god hand'. After the day passed night dawned, most leaving for their dorms, sleep was, essential to learning, I, however, did not leave.

I had this sensation that all this joy was coming to a short-lived end, so I stayed until once again the only people left were me and the professor. Late into the night when the full moon was hanging suspended in the empty midnight sky, the professor jumped exclaiming in an abrupt, ecstatic joy "it worked, the chip worked." his countenance glowed as I looked over at him he was holding the now assembled microcomputer, a single red wire connecting it with a monitor, blanketed in line after line of statistics. "boy" he turned to me his tone beaming with pride "I- wait no, we did it." he lifted the small body of the computer showing it to me.

There was only one final stage after this development, human testing.

The professor was rather adamant about him being the one to test it, he was acting rather childish, however, I quickly dashed his hopes by reminding him of his medical records, he was in no state to surgically implant a world-changing technological marvel. He was just too frail, too old.

I was the best candidate out of his pupils being one of the most physically active, jogging to and through campus, and thus healthy, as well as the one who stayed to help the longest, so we moved over to a side bench where the 'God Hand, Microcomputer, mark one' or G.H.M.1 for short was implanted into the left-hand side of my brain using medical grade robotics, that whirred, making light clicking noises as it started up thin robotic arms gliding smoothly.

The process was short or so I was told, for the entire procedure I was under powerful anaesthetics, in the immediate aftermath I was still high from the anaesthesia and thus unable to fully work testing, and since it was late and the professor was quite old and not in the best health, as he often overworked himself, he decided to sleep asking the slightly woozy me to do the same.

The next morning was also slightly hazy, I think I woke up around seven AM prompted by the impatient professor, everything after that was indelibly branded into my memory.

We tested the chip finding it to be fully functional, bestowing me with an extreme analytical ability, more important than that was its ability to work independently from the brain whilst also having the capability to transmit information to the brain, other than that it went so far as to act as an external source of storage, it could store and share memories with perfect clarity.

'fascinating' I remember the professor's remark as he watched the blinking monitors connecting to my brain through long spindly wires 'I never knew you would have such a high compatibility, it's fully stabilized' after that we exchanged a few more words before he unplugged me from the medical equipment, sending me off to use it, to gain some practical experience.

That day flipped my worldview upside down, with the help of the G.H.M.1 I was able to memorize anything with a glance, it made life easier for me, I still now remember the lectures that day crystal clear, as if I still sat them, I can visualise them perfectly. However, the joys of that day were short-lived, I caught news from one of my friends from the professor's project that he was detained and his research was seized, apparently, he was doing illegal experimentation.

Soon after finding out about the reticent disaster, I got a message from the professor directly through the G.H.M.1 apparently, the creation of this microcomputer, this chip, was exposed by one of the students leading to some lustfully greedy people to covert it, they made false allegations against the professor using this opportunity to seize the research.

Luckily for me, all they knew was that it was theoretically near completion and not that it was currently cradled against my brain, the professor's message was short clearly written in hast and it ended in a warning.

Turn off the G.H.M.1's processers leave on the signal masker and anti-tracking software, remembering to not activate its main processors until you leave the university.

Life continued despite all the turmoil, professor Xander was discharged from work, and I was extensively questioned about the work he was doing and how I contributed to it.

Other than that, all I was left with in life was to study, so to drown out my sorrows I threw myself headlong into studying for my upcoming exams, which took place a week later, after that I just lazed around waiting for my results, spending my abundant spare time reading novels.

In those days I saw alternate worlds full of adventure and power, above the pettiness of the government, governed not by conniving officials, but fists as well as more interesting and developed conniving kings, gods, existences supreme, higher than even those aforementioned, after all, what good story isn't furnished by adversities.

Days passed like this before I eventually received a letter, the letter was written on thick paper with an abysmal deep black ink, it was sealed with blood-red wax depicting an overly flamboyant H, evidently for hand, as in 'god hand', the school to the name in stride.

Opening the letter, I found that if had passed gaining a Ph.D. in computer science. The overly formal letter ordered me to attend a ceremony where I would receive the official documentation.

The event was in roughly two weeks, and I was woefully unprepared, I had none of the essentials, firstly and most importantly an appropriate suit. Getting the suit was harder than I thought it would be not because of my lacking financial situation, but because of the time, based on what I know showing up in anything other than the finest tailored suit, from places like silvervine street or mason avenue, anything less would only invite pity and implied inadequacy.

So, I went with the next best thing a premade suit it was cheaper but noticeably worse being a little too wide and long. There are multiple over complications, but they were easily dealt with.