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Tom - RainbowDashian

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Chapter 1 - Owen

As usual, I woke up before dawn. Living in the mountains, one learns that, if you're not awake after the sun rises, the sun shines annoyingly through the windows, wakes you up, and keeps you form sleeping. From then on, you're cranky because of it. So, naturally, I've gotten in the habit of waking before dawn.

So anyway, I woke up before dawn. After dragging myself out of bed, I sluggishly staggered my way into the kitchen. there, I, still half blind from sleep, poured a glass of milk, spilling a bit on the table. I dropped a few paper towels on the spillage and took a sip of the milk. I immediately spat it back out. It had gone bad.

I poured the milk out into the sink, emptied the jug in the same fashion, and then tossed it in the recycling bin. From there, I walked into the living room, where I plopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV.

This TV was the pride of my life. It's a Smart TV, and not one of the voice activated, Internet-accessing ones. No, this TV was a project being Beta tested by Google. It could run on voice command if you liked, but, more often, you'd simply put on a comfortable hat-like device that automatically hooked you up with electrodes. From there, it would either read the electrical emotion impulses, or you'd think something and it'd do it. Kind of like a telepathy TV.

However, this TV had some side effects. For instance, say you had sleep apnea. Sometimes you're called in to the doctor's office or whatever for a checkup on this, right? Well, they hook you up to electrodes for that, and it magnifies your brain waves into a computer system. Well, the problem with the Google TV Beta was that, if you used it daily, you'd end up... Picking up on signals. I can be sitting in a cafe and literally be able to read the minds of some of the people around me. I suppose that's how Tom and I could talk in the first place.

After watching the early morning news, I stepped outside onto the porch to watch the sunrise. There was a sudden wind, though, and I spilled the glass of milk all over my front and arms. I didnt cry. Once the sun broke the horizon, and its heat reached me, I stretched my arms out in front of me to dry them off. As I closed my eyes to take in the solacity of the moment, I felt a weight fall suddenly into my arms. Due to the unexpected nature of my taking on of the weight, I couldn't help but drop it onto the porch as I opened my eyes.

There, laying before me on the porch, was an unconscious guy about my age. His skin had a slight tinge of gray in it, and his hair was a darker shade. He was wearing a tattered black and brown outfit, torn in some places and extremely dirty. He looked like he'd gotten beat up and thrown in a ditch; he was covered in small cuts and bruises, and his hair was matted with dirt. There was a larger gash on his thigh, which was slowly oozing blood into a small pool on the porch near him. I looked at the ground near the porch. No footprints, no trail of blood... Nothing.

What the hell?

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As usual, I woke up before dawn. Living in the mountains, one learns that, if you're not awake after the sun rises, the sun shines annoyingly through the windows, wakes you up, and keeps you form sleeping. From then on, you're cranky because of it. So, naturally, I've gotten in the habit of waking before dawn.

So anyway, I woke up before dawn. After dragging myself out of bed, I sluggishly staggered my way into the kitchen. there, I, still half blind from sleep, poured a glass of milk, spilling a bit on the table. I dropped a few paper towels on the spillage and took a sip of the milk. I immediately spat it back out. It had gone bad.

I poured the milk out into the sink, emptied the jug in the same fashion, and then tossed it in the recycling bin. From there, I walked into the living room, where I plopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV.

This TV was the pride of my life. It's a Smart TV, and not one of the voice activated, Internet-accessing ones. No, this TV was a project being Beta tested by Google. It could run on voice command if you liked, but, more often, you'd simply put on a comfortable hat-like decide that automatically hooked you up with electrodes. From there, it would either read the electrical emotion impulses, or you'd think something and it'd do it. Kind of like a telepathy TV.

However, this TV had some side effects. For instance, say you had sleep apnea. Sometimes you're called in to the doctor's office or whatever for a checkup on this, right? Well, they hook you up to electrodes for that, and it magnifies your brain waves into a computer system. Well, the problem with the Google TV Beta was that, if you used it daily, you'd end up... Picking up on we signals. I can be sitting in a cafe and literally be able to read the minds of some of the people around me. I suppose that's how Tom and I could talk in the first place.

After watching the early morning news, I stepped outside onto the porch to watch the sunrise. There was a sudden wind, though, and I spilled the glass of milk all over my front and arms. I didnt cry. Once the sun broke the horizon, and its heat reached me, I stretched my arms out in front of me to dry them off. As I closed my eyes to take in the solacity of the moment, I felt a weight fall suddenly into my arms. Due to the unexpected nature of my taking on of the weight, I couldn't help but drop it onto the porch as I opened my eyes.

There, laying before me on the porch, was an unconscious guy about my age. His skin had a slight tinge of gray in it, and his hair was a darker shade. He was wearing a tattered black and brown outfit, torn in some places and extremely dirty. He looked like he'd gotten beat up and thrown in a ditch; he was covered in small cuts and bruises, and his hair was matted with dirt. There was a larger gash on his thigh, which was slowly oozing blood into a small pool on the porch near him. I looked at the ground near the porch. No footprints, no trail of blood... Nothing.

What the hell?

Yippee! No problem, sir!

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