Sneaky Snake

When I was four, I realized that I am different than other children. I do not mean that I liked to keep to myself or that I was just weird. I just knew things that I normally should not.

I would take turns down random streets and find interesting things like broken computers that only have a missing wire. Or maybe I did not study for a test and could guess the correct answer one hundred percent of the time. It was just a part of myself that said I should, and it would be beneficial.

This happened a lot, but my parents did not take notice. They thought I was lucky and nothing more.

When I was six, I learned what people call it from one of my teachers. He said to me, "People often have gut feelings that something is wrong or that a situation is dangerous. We call this our instinct. For you, it is stronger than most, but that does not mean you are any different.".

Since then, I worked on developing my instinct further. I do homework at certain times and just random guess work to hone it. It helped tell me when in the day I would be most open to working and when to take a break.

At seven my instincts were so strong I could predict lottery numbers if I wanted, but I knew it would not give me the satisfaction of working for it. I never gave up when I set my mind on something and I was set on improving myself. My instincts told me this was another part of me, an ability like my instincts.

During Christmas when I was nine my instincts were screaming in excitement because I unlocked my final ability and it was a great combo with my other two. That was an awkward diner at my grandparents because, I jumped from my seat and ran outside from the excitement.

When we got home after the gift exchange and my parents went to sleep, I tried my new ability by grabbing a pair of scissors, opening my mouth, and biting down. I took a chunk out of the metal scissors, but it felt like cotton candy in my mouth. It was such an odd feeling because my brain thought it was solid.

I ate the rest to get rid of the evidence because I got what I needed from that first bite.

Finishing the scissors, I set out for my next target which was the bottle of glue in my school supplies. Not going to lie I was not happy to eat glue, but it was needed for what I was going to do.

With all said and done, I took a sheet of paper, put my hand on it, and focused. *Snip!* I looked at my handywork and was amazed. I again put my hand on the now two pieces of paper and focused. Looking at my work it was put back together, but it looked misaligned. I would have to work on that.

Months went by after that faithful Christmas night and I was working on improving my abilities gained from eating the scissors and glue. I ate many things from ordinary chicken to old computers we were going to through away.

I gained an ability from anything I ate and none of it would harm me, so I ate everything I could without looking suspicious. The most important meal for me was the computer because it made my mind a computer.

Memory storage, processing speed, connectivity to electronics, creating my own mind programs once I figured out programming and all of these things could be improved because of my ability to never give up and my instincts telling me how I could improve upon them.

When I was sixteen and done with the horror that is puberty, I had improved upon all my abilities, both innate and gained.

I could separate objects down to the molecular level and reattach them without causing explosions because separating molecular bonds is dangerous. My computer mind was advanced enough and had a large enough memory that I could download the entire internet and filter all the malware from it in hours, sadly there were no aliens hidden in area fifty-one.

My innate abilities were improving but there is only so much you can gain from more instinct, persistence, and devouring, at least in this world.

Finishing high school, I skipped college and made my own company. I could hack the entire world to download the internet in hours, so of course I can create advanced technology with all that information. Sadly, my parents and I had a falling out because of this.

I spent fifty years fixing the fuck ups of the world left behind by older generations by making advances in technology to solve worldwide problems.

Hunger, thirst, disease, global warming, and poverty were the first problems fixed because it would free up the population to advance technology and science. Politicians wanted to have me under their thumb one day but would find all their dirty laundry on every news outlet the next.

I had to create my own private research group to advance science because of the need for testing to create advanced technology and I could not simulate the laws of physics yet. I kept practicing my abilities to improve them, but I hit an obstacle. My innate abilities needed massive improvement to further increase my gained abilities.

During these fifty years I was mainly focusing on my computer mind, but it was so much slower than the improvements made before I was sixteen. Now I know why. My gained abilities are 'gained' from my innate abilities. My devouring ability lets me gain the initial stages, or the current power of what I eat. Instincts lets me instinctively know how to turn on and off my abilities whether gained or innate. My persistence ability lets me improve my abilities beyond their limits.

So focused on increasing cool flashy abilities that I gained instead of the ones that are apart of me, my very being, has caused the increases to stagnate from a shaky foundation that cannot support them.

From that day forth my focus was on improving my innate abilities. I would improve my gained abilities in my free time.

Ten years later my gains have skyrocketed. I could finally start simulating the laws of physics in small scale and the amount was doubling every day. I would not stop using my innate abilities for a second because I learned they are more important than any other ability in my massive stock.

Technology has reached a peak and I had a nice meal every night of my own companies' products. They would give me a new ability or improve one of my existing abilities.

Aging has stopped for the younger generation but sadly I could not join them. There was a cut off age and the best we could do for anyone beyond it was slow down the process at best. The life expectancy was still a long time, I mean people from my generation could live to be nearly two hundred years old. I was going to make the best of that time because my instincts are telling me a new adventure awaits after the time is up.

I focus entirely on my innates now because I can improve my gained abilities faster if my innates are of a much higher level.

When it was time for my passing, I was surrounded by my friends. I closed my eyes and waited for my next adventure.