First Novel

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Chapter 1
Simulations and Truths

Alexander Myetzi stands still as an ancient bridge like a relic frozen in time. His indigo eyes shift around nervously, his grip tightens on his rifle. His gaze snaps to a tree that waves, out-of-sync with the others. The tree collapses; there stands a towering hulk of a human dressed in an all in one suit. Cradled in his hammer-like palms is an AR539 Tech-Pistol, dwarfed by the fleshy fists that constrict its metallic shell. The strong winds settle. Alex’s eyes narrow and his Electra-Pistol locks onto its advancing target. The blue glass screen projects a yellow cross hovering over the challenger who was less than two metres away loading his weapon.

Click. Alex’s finger presses down on the trigger and a 50 volt electrical current surges up through into the man’s shoulder, he collapses with a ground-shaking thud.

“Simulator terminated. Please exit to the right. Well done Alex.” The cheery announcement trills.

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He exits the dome-shaped room and angrily stalks along the glass and marble corridor into a cube-like waiting room. A Helper Robot approaches him, spinning fast on three spindly wheels.

“A.Drink.Sir?” It asks, offering him a tray with various drinks precariously wobbling on top.

Alex dismisses it with as much patience and politeness as he can muster.

“Alex.Ander.My.Et.Zi.Room.Six.Plea.se.” The overhead announcement sings.

He glares at the room number nailed in aluminium on the metal door. Taking a deep breath, he pushes open the cold sheet of metal.

Sat in the brown leather chair gazing at some glow-books on her desk is Hilda Mande. Her fuchsia suit is pulled tight across her stomach, the buttons looking fit to burst.

“Alex, darling! We simply must talk!” she grins, her teeth stained slightly red from lack of care when applying lipstick.

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He gingerly sits down in the chair opposite, trying to suppress his anger into what he hoped looked like a smile.

“You look slightly annoyed, Alex…” She gasps, acting as if she does not know why.

“Do I?” Alex says through gritted teeth. “Why ever would I look like that?”

“Oh, Alex! Why must you be so difficult! I pulled you out because the Boss wanted a word with you.”

“He wanted words with me?” Alex frowns at the stout woman who was now biting the inside of her cheek nervously, “Why?”

“Well…” She mutters, beginning to look flustered, “Alex, I am unaware what you know about this program that you are training in, but…” She fishes out a glow book that was at the bottom of the file she had been reading.





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He read the cover:

S.H 07y1 Program.

“S.H Program?” He asks.

“Super Human. Seventh semester, year one.” She answers, almost sobbing.

‘Now you have finished training, you will be expected to be let back out into the city. You will only be needed should the Boss call you.’

He blinks and reads it again, unsure.

“But…But…The Boss wants me now…So I am needed?”

“Yes, Alex, do not ask me why, but it must be urgent…”






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Chapter 2
Urgency in the City

“Now, Alex when you go in there be polite and don’t embarrass me or the Program, okay?” Ms. Mande says, straightening his collar.

He shoos her off with his shoulders and looks at the door. It was tall and imposing like a gateway to certain doom and annihilation.

“Come in.” A voice booms, Alex looks back at Ms. Mande, who crosses her fingers nervously.

“Mr. Myetzi.” He says, mulling his name over like a piece of grisly meat before spitting it out.

“Sir.” Alex says.

“Sit. Down.” He spits, eye’s locking on Alex’s.

Alex obediently sits in the computer chair opposite the angular man.

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“Well, at least you are obedient.” He laughs coldly.

“Yes, Sir.” Alex whispers.

“I was expecting a little more…” The man ceases laughing and his icy eyes stare into Alex.

“Unexpected things can come from smaller packages, Sir.” Alex returns the man’s stare.

“Ha!” He laughs, “Yes, you S.H types are always Unexpectedly, DIS-obedient.”

“Look, Sir, do you need me or not…” Alex snaps, forgetting Ms. Mande’s rules.

“The City is in need of your help, Mr.Myetzi, are you ready? Or are you just a snivelling little, insignificant worm?” The man almost growls, sitting forwards so that his face is inches from Alex’s.

“I was born ready, Sir…” Alex grins.

“Hmm. We shall see…”


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“George Hartwell.” The man reads, as a projection of a complex database opens up, beamed onto the wall through a small camera-like device in the corner of the room, “And Julia Black.”

“Who are they?” Alex asks; glad to have a drink because the stand off with the man earlier had shaken him.

“Two well known people lets say, who, if given enough power, could destroy all of us in the government easily…” He answers, turning sharply to the boy.

“Why would they do that?” Alex asks, questions swirling through his head like a whirlpool of unstoppable momentum.

“If, you will let me finish.” He snaps, “Hartwell has been in an UDC for most of his life-”

“An Underground Detention Cell!!!!” Alex exclaims, almost spitting his drink everywhere.




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“Yes…” The man glares at Alex with disgust, “And Julia Black has never been caught….”

“So, why does she have a problem?”

“She is searching for something, we do not know what, but she will do anything for information…”

“So, they just go by their normal names?” Alex asks, memories of reading superhero comics flashing through his mind.

“No. As far as we know, they go by: Sable and Venus.” The man acknowledges, staring at Alex again.

“Anything else I should know before you send me off?” He mutters.

“Firstly, you will be escorted to ground level to get equipped with your gear and secondly, be careful.”

“Sir.” Alex nods, striding out of the room.




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“Alex!” A voice yells, in greeting, “I have been waiting quite a while for this!”

A dwarf-like man in a white coat and gloves walks out and shakes Alex’s hand warmly. His skin is dark, but his wiry bead is white, like smoke rising from a geyser in a shadowy canyon.

“Ah, yes! I am Professor Giuseppe Hynde, but my friends call me G.” He grins, teeth as white as his beard.

“So, why am I here?” Alex asks, taking in the cavernous room.

“Ah, yes. Gadgets!” The professor smiles excitedly, “This way, Alex…”

He shuffles along the floor at a surprisingly fast speed, reaching a large door guarded by a black robot that was about 6ft tall and heavily armoured. The white-coated man swipes a yellow card through a slot located on the robot’s shoulder. With a hiss, the 20ft steel door slides open…



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Chapter 3
Geared up

A long white table is cluttered with various technological breakthroughs. The thing that catches Alex’s eye is a key labelled: Suit Room.

“Ah, I see you’ve spotted the key, yes?” Giuseppe says, nodding knowingly.

“Mmm…” He whispers.

“You want to see it?”

Alex nods and follows the knee-high Professor to a smaller version of the steel lab doors; he unlocks it with the golden key and steps inside, ushering Alex after him. On an Alex-sized mannequin is an all in one grey/black suit. It has a helmet with a blue glassy visor across the front.

[nalasimba83]

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