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Evolve

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Prologue

I didn't want to do it. I had to. If I didn't, I would be thrown in prison for the rest of my life. If I knew the future, I knew I would choose to not do it.

My name? Darrin Oliver. You could call me, an inventor. A mad scientist. An insane man, driven crazy by his creations. Possibly, most likely, a terrorist.

Chapter One

Ring! Ring! Ring! I got up lazely out of my warm, safe mattress... never see that again. It was an important day, you could say. It was my first day on my self-profession: inventing. It was time for America to see my true worth. I wasn't some jobless dead-beat anymore. I was a grown man, ready to tackle the day.

It was obvious the day was harder to tackle than originally thought.

First mistake: Put on sister's old jeans. (How did those get in there?!)

Second mistake: Spilled Cheerios all over the floor.

Get the jest?

After the fifty minutes of useless crap, I finally got to work on my newest invention: The Harvester. Amazed at my work, I quickly sold it. It made what felt like millions. It was beautiful.

If I knew what would happen soon, I would've quit.

Chapter Two

5 years later...

At last. I have permission. The temptation to do it... it was to much to handle. I fumbled with the life fruit. I jumbled with the srcaps of metal. Each pound of the nail, each turn of the wrench... it gave me new-found strength. I was proud of my work.

Certainly not proud of the mass destruction I was creating.

The shape was beggining to have a living form, it was... talking to me- in it's random-coded tongue. But somehow, I could understand. It wanted life. It was pleading. Do it, Darrin, it told me. Do it and you'll be remembered.

And it was right.

Chapter Three

"It's complete," I mumbled to the mayor of Riverview.

"Well done, Darrin. Now, leave. The City Council will decide what to do with this... creation." he said in a gruff voice.

It was obvious he wasn't wanting to say creation.