30 2780-Space City Iron Lake 044165 -Mind Upgrade II (1/2)
-Flashback-
Aval Zaullen, was a child whose father was never around for him.
The only reason he wondered into building things was that he felt he needed to learn of it....on the concept of how to become a man, and he knew nobody was around teaching him that.
A GENERATION NEVER WOULD REMEMBER THEIR CURRENT LEADERS, BUT ALWAYS WOUlD REMEBER THIER CURRENT CELEBRITIES.WHY WOULDN'T THEY THEN BE AFFECTED BY THEIR CURRENT MOST POPULAR PEERS.
Aval's mind worked like that. He realized that he wasn't being influenced by his current generation peers enough, unlike his friends, and he wanted to be more like them.
At twelve he entered a woodshop class as an elective to learn about building things with his hands, as he learned about being manly. Imagine the concept of a wood shop class in space. Imagine the waste of potential that would be to make a class out of it. When you could literally learn anything else, and wood was so expensive, as to be a commodity in space.
The next time he tried, he chose a career in mechanical engineering, as a low-class mechanics of cars. He could fix a car, but he couldn't build one and wasn't even attempting to learn. it was like filling in puzzle pieces.
He remembered when he built his first gun, it was a hard time in his life, when he had just discovered one of his family's deepest darkest secrets.
It was a crappy gun, packed with several malfunctioning parts, that threatened to blow up in his hand, if he even so much as took a look at it long.
Holding that gun, he felt the biggest thrill of his life.
As he contemplated the suicide of pulling the trigger,it was a proverbial destroying yourself while destroying your enemies situation. If he fired that weapon on that day, he would have been burned mud on the pavement.
But things were not meant to be... As he froze on the trigger, afraid of the weapon that he had built himself.
There was an electrifying chill that crawled through his back, as he was about to fire it. It was like his body was numbing him from the pain that wasn't there yet, the pain that should be felt when you are vaporizing into nothingness.
Only has mercy to himself, or the mercy from his creator. He could see himself scattering into pieces before the flames would then consumed him.
He had built that energy-gun, wanting to blow the head off his teacher, who had managed to lead him astray after being paid to do so by his family.
He was just too weak to do anything about it, ” I can't do anything at all,” it was just that feeling that made him join an advanced engineering course.
he was way out of his league at first... but he forged documents to fool the government into believing that he had attended a few years of studying and not entered a trade school for a specific career segment.
There were trade schools for all manners of career fields to raise the younger generation faster, but they usually had the side effect of freedom locking and not being flexible towards career building or changes.
fortunately, he was a baby-face.
He learned everything he knows from a place of no foundation. His mind had never thought of science has a possible option, something he would be good at, but that wasn't true at all, it was just a lack of confidence.
He was surprised at the day that he finally caught up with his peer, after a few long months of working his ass off behind their backs; Then he started to feel it was too easy. To the surprise of himself and all his classmates, he surpassed all of them just a few days later, becoming more hardworking, and his mind was boggling.
He was a genius, but no one had ever discovered it throughout his entire life, and he was trying so hard to conform with his peers that he hadn't discovered it himself.He was the weirdest of persons, the one who brought himself up out of the gutter to be something else. A phoenix resurrecting at the age of thirty, an anomaly of science nowadays.
He all of a sudden became minorly famous when it was discovered what he did to get in school by forging his documents.
And then he inherited the Atheneum.
When he entered further classes in, he must not have had a single point of reference from the past, like learning advanced math, without ever learning arithmetic, but he had then gotten the Atheneum.
Plenty of people admired him. He had taken the risk and jumped out of the path nature originally intended for him. Not many people had the guts to do that, not anymore.
When a human being discovered that there was aconcept of life potential, they all started freaking the hell out because of it.
Making it so that a sixteen-year-old must already be on the road their future career paths before they even knew about the future.
He got a degree in aerospace engineering, then a degree in physic, and then a degree in electrical and chemical engineering... And a few math degrees because he liked it.
At some point, He could tell he was specifying his attainments of knowledge as he madly went about it. Looking for one specific field of knowledge, that not a lot of people ever learned, even if he had to invent that position himself.
It took him four years.
A weaponsmith of Choas, above all weaponsmiths, in every field he would take form, he would discover his focus, focusing on the word that would mean him blowing up his enemies, doing it with a ruinous bang. And not getting killed in the process. He even altered his body parts just to keep up with it.
He wanted to turn that weaponry on anybody who got in his way.
He didn't realize it back then, that weapons couldn't exceed the limit that a man could evolve, that even a nuclear weapon was only as good enough as if you could aim it.
He watched the woman he loved die...
That is why he respected what Zatland symbolized, the others wanted the boy to use his head and not be a warrior, but Aval was different. He already believed that what his family needed right now, was not a continuation of the same point of reference, but an alternative way of thinking about the situations.
Zatland was different that way...like Aval used to be, so many hidden potentials. He always wondered what he would have done if he had received the Atheneum at sixteen.
and if he knew already what he was doing with his life then.