Chosen:Intro
Intro
"Yes! Yes! I finally have the proof that he's crazy to throw him out of his role of chairman!" says Ark Geralds. He was a middle aged man, striving for the role of CEO of the industry he worked for 7 years of his life. The man he was trying to get off the role of Chairman was a man a bit older than him, and a bit eccentric about numbers. He had been trying to throw him off the corporate ladder for 6 years now, because of this. And now he had the proof. A journal carelessly left on the Chairman's desk, telling of alternate worlds reachable by intense calculation and energy.
"This time I have him for sure!" Ark said.
He races to the head CEO's desk, and freezes. There was the Chairman, and he was talking with the CEO! He puts his ear to the door.
"Brilliant! That would triple our income!" he hears the CEO say.
"Yes, don't you think it would be a lot better that way?" the Chairman says.
"Say, there must be something I can do for you...?"
"Well, yes..."
"What is it? It most assuredly is not too much for me to grant."
"Well..."
At that point, Ark stopped listening. "Crap!" he said. "There's no way I can give him the sack now that he is personally helping the CEO...and he might even get promoted!" Dejectedly, he sets the journal back on the Chairman's desk.
Later that day, before Ark gets home...
Alex Geralds, son of Ark Geralds, sighs. There was no way he could hide it now. He had gone too far. He had, in every sense, programmed a wormhole with his hex-core laptop. The only thing it did do, however, was send digital-realm data into the void between worlds. It was in no way strong enough to move Physical particles, but he could probably, in time, get even that far, even though it would require much power. He dreamed of other worlds, and occasionally, could send large packets of data between his laptop and, as he called it, the Void, and sometimes, even further. He had math in his head at all times. He was currently trying to design the sixth in a series of complex 3D designs that would house the first sentient Packets, as he called them. This one was a mixture of data from his mind and complex calculations, combined to make a beautifully mind-accurate form of a Japanese "Kitsune", which was the third form of it in a set of three. He really liked this one, for it combined both previous sets as a sort of mixture, as many would call an anthropomorphic version. He just finished the last calculation, as he heard a car pull up next to his house. Thinking it was his dad; he saves the finished figure, and closes the wormhole.
One minute later, he quickly checks every lock, for it was not his father, but an unknown person. Another minute later, he hears a knock on the door. He composes himself, and then opens the door.
"Hello?" Alex asks.
"Hello, is this the Geralds residence?" asks none other than the Chairman.
"Y..yes. Why?" Alex asks, hesitant and wary.
"Hm. Well, have you any knowledge about something like this?" he asks, pulling out a tablet computer, hex core, touch screen. And what other was on the screen than the PC rendering of Alex's wormhole? Alex, worried but trying to hide it, says, "Why? Are you looking for something like this?"
Faltering, the Chairman says, "Yes. Is...your father home?"
"N...no."
"It's the best wormhole I've seen programmed! I was hoping it was...real."
"Calculate. He thinks the wormhole is the best he's seen, huh? Oh boy...Should I tell him about the other stuff?" thinks Alex.
"C...come in."
Alex hesitantly boots up the program for the wormhole again. It immediately begins to appear a yard away from his laptop, and a bit above. "It's not strong enough to send physical stuff through, but I can send small packets of data into the void between worlds."
"You believe in other worlds?"
"Yes. My theory is that I can home my packets to come back to me. So I can see my creations...in real life."
And so began the friendship between the Chairman and Alex, while Ark never knew his enemy was good friends with his son...