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THE WANDERER THE STING OF TIME - PART 3
A few months have passed since Erickson helped Selene Lawson with the mass arrest. A lot has changed for Erickson since then. He now lives, works, and learns at Gaia Corp thanks to Mr. Richards. He’s now healthy, eats well, has a roof over his head, and also access to all the books containing all the details he could ever ask for.He still worked with Selene Lawson to get other street criminals associated with the gang. They freed the kids from the orphanage and gave them a better home. The attendants were exposed and arrested for their barbaric treatment of the kids.Things seemed to be going well.Over the months, Erickson met other gifted kids like him. He formed and developed a close friendship with a boy his age called Tyrell. They were inseparable. But of course, they weren’t the only ones. Selene Lawson had a daughter named Jessica. She was always clashing with Erickson due to his relationship with her mother. One would say she was jealous.Everyone at Gaia Corp called him “Eri
THE WANDERER SINK HOLE
Dr. Tyrell dutifully walked behind Gretchen as they made their way to the President's office. They were first beamed to the top floor surrounded by heavy security. The hallway was laced with cameras, motion detectors, and other high-security equipment."Paranoid much?"Dr. Tyrell said as he glanced at the security operatives."Given the times, you should understand."Gretchen said to him.She wore a simple pencil gown that hung to her body tightly, showing her hourglass figure. The high heels emphasized her height and gave more potency to her already intimidating figure. Her hair was tied into a donut at the back, her succulent full lips were well glossed, her eyes were deep-set, and her eyebrows were well carved.Her bust was prominent, but not as prominent as her butt. The gown even made it more visible.She oozed confidence, class, poise, and competence.Dr. Tyrell was intimidated and aroused at the same time.He was in a brown coat, black trousers, and buttoned sleeves underneath,
THE WANDERER MID-TOWN
He slowly walked around the giant table as he approached the giant teleway. With his hands behind his back, he silently stared at the teleway. Its bluish-white light illuminated his face. He basked in the low humming sound of the teleway.“You really don’t have to stand there, you know. Don’t you think it’s a little bit too much?”A hooded figure left the shadows and came into the light.“What are you doing here, Eric?”“I only came here to get the logs, I don’t want any trouble.”“I believe you’re decades too late.”"Apparently!”“I’m afraid Katy took the logs years ago, right before your father got his hands on them.”“Hmmm”“You’ve really changed over the past couple of years, way so different from your younger self, of course, the attitude is still there.”Mr Luthor said.“Now, tell me something Eric, why do you need those logs?! Are you still trying to track down your father?”Adult Eric was silent.“You know, he might very well be dead. Well, the concept of death tends to lose a
THE WANDERER GENESIS
Olympus is a city worthy of awe having a population of only 3000 people mostly scientists, engineers, and medical doctors. It's a haven for nerds. Equipped with the latest tech for convenient living not to mention the high-rise buildings with alien architectures. The city can be described as a giant laboratory rather than an extension or part of a political structure like normal cities. There were no governors or political figures policing the affairs of Olympus, it was a paradise separate from the outside world and for good reasons.The city of Olympus located 400,000km away from earth was covered in a dome, the city being the dome itself found a patch of land on the far side of the moon. Putting it together was an engineering wonder. The scene wouldn't have been possible if not for the discovery of gravitons, a few decades ago. For a long time gravity has escaped the grasp of physicists, they've been able to summarize the entire universe into two groups; forces of nature and particle
THE WANDERER ARGUMENTS
It was dark and raining heavily. This is one of the victories Eric loved to keep mental records of, although his opponents don't really care, he does. The rain is the fulfillment of his interrupted prediction on the school bus."It's 7:12, mom should be back by now," Eric asked feeling worried."Quit being a baby and set up the table.""Wait, how were you able to accurately tell the time without checking?" Erica asked, her face radiating a mix of confusion and awe."It's not accuracy but precision," Eric replied."What's the difference?"Erica asked, preparing for a lecture that she normally enjoys."Accuracy is about actual value, precision is about matching varying measurements. I checked the time earlier at school and kept a mental note. I only had to make an approximation of the time by comparing some daily constants and their interval of occurrence; getting back from school, my bath, mom returning from work, my homework, my meditation session, sundown, and dinner. Mom is the missi
THE WANDERER RABBIT HOLE
"This is the thirteenth attempt and thirteenth consecutive failure, Dr. Norton. We believe you should give up this fruitless project and focus on other matters," said a female voice from a holographic projection."But we're making progress. Today, we saw a crack in the fabric of spacetime itself. Ending the project now will render years of research useless, give me more time and you'll get your results, I assure you.""No Norton. We took a vote and the board has made its decision. Your project is nonsense, at most a fantasy," a male voice this time came from the hologram."What?" Norton angrily yelled. "You decided in my absence? Might I remind you how I built this company and brought it to the limelight? My ideas have never failed, just because you can't make a profit out of it yet, doesn't mean it's useless. I refuse to accept your decision. I seek an audience with the board, I must be heard."Dr. Norton responded with a stern face."Very well, we'll schedule a meeting tomorrow. The
THE WANDERER REVELATION
"What the actual fuck?" Eric whispered to himself noticing he just had a wet dream, one he very much enjoyed. He just didn't expect he would make such a mess, even though he was more concerned about the contents of the dream than the mess made. It was particularly disturbing having Katy invade his dreams, she's a source of torment in reality and now a source of sensual pleasure in his dream life. Why the hell would I work with Katy on building a doomsday device? What the hell was that thing to begin with? Am I losing my mind? What type of fuckery is this? Eric thought to himself, an attempt to forget the other part of the dream he found perplexing."These dreams are getting out of hand, I have to do something about it.""Hey deep shit," Erica yelled, storming into his room."Why do you have to be so loud?" Eric adjusted his position, confident that he had concealed the souvenir from his watery adventures."Why don't you ever knock?" Eric said, clutching his sheet."Mom's out, she'll be
THE WANDERER SPLIT
Deep in thought, staring through the glass in his office located on the top floor, Dr. Norton was mentally iterating through the events that led to this very moment, a habit he developed over the years to scan through his plans with the intent of spotting loopholes, flaws, and defects in the structural integrity of his schemes. Although his plan looked flawless, he still exercised doubt and also planned for contingencies. This Machiavellian trait was one of the reasons for his success in the corporate world. He treats his colleagues as pieces on a chess board, to him, everybody is a complex system of interaction possessing weaknesses that can be exploited.Although humans love to pride themselves on being individually unique, his research on behaviorism coupled with observation and personal experience proves otherwise. Those who are more self-absorbed or dogmatic about the notion of individual uniqueness are more susceptible to manipulation. The self-delusion is too immersive, creating