The sound of the shower was too loud, almost deafening. A shower. Genesis was taking a shower right now. He looked up to the shower head.
'Oh right, I'm in a different body now.'
Genesis looked at his hands, his fingers were slightly shorter. He was also shorter. He was in a younger body. He put his wet hands against his skin. It felt soft.
Genesis stopped his hot shower. He felt the steam settle on his skin. He exited and almost slipped. He needed some time to adjust to this knew body but for now there were some things he knew.
The letter from his father was correct. Since his dad didn't have enough technology he had to transfer his soul to a body that was similar in genetics. They would be extremely similar to one another. He looked down to his hands and felt his hair. His skin color and hair were nigh identical.
Some other things he knew was that he was still in his modern day. Not anywhere in future and not anywhere near the past. He could tell by the shower head and the bathtub he was in that he was still in the early 2000's.
Genesis washed away his face with a blue towel. It was nice seeing some color after spending his time in a total White Space. Genesis finally glanced to the mirror. Even before seeing the mirror he figured that this bathroom had a near identical layout to the one he used in the White Space.
He then turned to the mirror.
"Why am I so handsome?"
Then he covered his mouth. He didn't know if this counted as an act of pedophilia so he didn't want to talk anymore about his handsomeness.
The body he was in was younger, but not by much. He looked about thirteen or fourteen. His skin was smooth, his jawline clearly defined. His hair was in a buzzcut. It was jet black and extremely coiled. His eyes were similar to Genesis's, almost exactly his.This body looked just like a younger version of Genesis.
Genesis ignored the eerily similar details between him and this body. He left the bathroom and he was on the second floor of whatever house he was in.
Then came the difficult part. There were three doors before him. One directly to the left which was wide open. And two to the right which were both closed.
'So this body has a sibling.'
He already knew the room which was wide open was not his own. Since it had two drawers at each side of the bed so it was most definitely his parents room. Now it was a fifty percent chance he entered the right room.
He walked towards the doors. They were feet apart from each other. One facing a stair case that went downstairs. The other was facing the bathroom.
Genesis closed his eyes, he took a deep breath then opened the one facing the bathroom which was also the one closer to the staircase. He closed his eyes and waited for a reaction but nothing came. It seemed he had entered the correct room.
Genesis glanced around his room. There was a closet spilling open with clothes on his left side and a laundry basket on his right. This body's room was a mess. Genesis himself wasn't the cleanest but this was a wreck. There were clothes and random items littered everywhere as if this body was always in a constant hurry.
On the right wall was a calendar. It was February, he didn't know what day because this body didn't mark the calender at all. On the right side of his room was a table holding various items. On the right of the table, kissing the wall was a black old computer with a keyboard and mouse that were both ancient.
Along with the computer was an assortment of many items such as books, plates, papers, deodorant and lotion. The table was not organised neatly and Genesis was starting to wonder whether if this would be a consistent pattern.
Directly in front of Genesis was a small gray bed with a dark green blanket covering it. The blanket was placed lazily over the mattress. The floor was the same carpet that he had barely gotten a glance of in the upstairs living room, cream colored and scruffy.
Genesis sat on his bed after getting familiar with his surroundings. Then he felt an indescribable drowsiness wash over him and in a few seconds he was asleep.
Genesis then was dreaming. He wasn't worried as he knew this would happen. In the letter it stated that he would get five minutes to be accustomed to his surroundings before being put to sleep. In this state of sleep he would be informed of everything that he needed to know. Genesis was not too of what it meant when it stated he would be informed of what he needed to know.
Inside the dream was a blank space. Pure void stretched out for as long as the eye could see. He looked down at his hands abd couldn't even see them. He touched his face but couldn't feel it. He could not feel anything in this place. It was strange.
Then was the voice it was unlike anything he had heard in a while. It was not his father's nor mother's. It was a male's voice. The person speaking sounded cocky and endearing, as if he was the ringmaster in a grand circus.
"Hello, Genesis. I know it may be a surprise to hear a voice other than your parents but at the time of recording they're too busy finding out a way they could stop the planet from blowing up."
Genesis was confused by this. If this was actually prerecorded then he wouldn't be able to ask questions, he'd be given the objective and then left to his devices.
"What do you mean recording? Is everything you say prerecorded?"
"Always with the questions never with the right solutions. No, this isn't prerecorded I just said every word imaginable and your father put my voice into an algorithm that would talk, repsond in the best way possible. Call me the Purposeless Wanderer. The name makes absolutely zero sense I just thought it was cool at the time."
"But why is-"
"Enough with the questions. Do you want to save the world or not?"
Genesis stayed silent this time.
"Good."
The Purposeless Wanderer had no image nor form it just existed as a sound in Genesis's head. Then a thought appeared in Genesis's head.
'Did my dad put a chip in my brain?'
Purposeless Wanderer's tone became more serious as he explained Genesis's objective.
"Anyways, let me explain your objective. You are in the body of a fourteen year old named Dwan. His significance in the death of Earth is that his current class end up being tyrants, sycophants and murderers willing to do anything to appease Dwan.
Dwan himself turns out alright, but your mother figured you'd make the biggest impact as Dwan himself. Your objective is mass control. Dwan managed to achieve it but it was not absolute, they still had will and questioned. You will stop that from happening, manipulate them in whatever way necessary to attain your goals.
How you will do that is entirely up to you. Remember you can't take too long as replacing another soul obviously will take power. Power the White Space cannot handle being used for long. Your maximum time in each time capsule is 6 months. If not the White Space will use up solar power more than it has gained it and it will entirely shut down for fifteen minutes. You are your father's child you know what will happen if your heart stops beating for even more than five minutes. "
Genesis stayed silent, absorbing each piece of information like a sponge and with this he asked one question. A sole question that he thought was of most importance.
"Did my dad put a chip inside my brain?"
Purposeless Wanderer's response was quick and almost humiliating.
"Algorithm said ninety nine percent chance of you asking that. And the answer is no. I simply exist in each time pod. Don't ask me how it works, I'm not the world's smartest man. And stop asking me dumb questions, I can't keep talking for long for the same reason you can't stay here for long."
Genesis questioned, shortly after his small embarrassment.
"So this is goodbye, for now?"
"Yes."
Genesis could feel his consciousness returning.
"Oh and one more tip."
"Yeah?"
Genesis replied.
"Show no mercy to these "people" they may seem innocent for now but your father has tried a billion different ways to make them change and none work. These people are who they are and that cannot possibly change so show no mercy to these murderers."
Genesis was brought back. He felt as though Purposeless Wanderer's words were harsh but he had a mission. A classroom of teenagers or the entire world. There are sacrifices that must be made.
Genesis was in Dwan's body now. He moisturised himself with lotion and then when he was choosing what clothing he should wear. A shirt fell off the hanger. The shirt led Genesis to the back of the closet. Where he felt a texture that was akin to paper. Genesis ignored it for now and decided to finish dressing.
Once he was fully clothed in what was his school uniform he then checked back on the paper he had felt earlier. He led his finger across the sheet of paper and realized it was being covered by a drawer in his closet. He removed the drawer and what he saw was astonishing.
Behind the boy's drawer was an entire operation. There were lines connecting people to people, each one different colors. There were detailed paragraphs about how everybody in his school acted, reacted and could be broken down. There was a legend, completely new vocabulary Genesis had never heard of and manipulation techniques so complex Genesis's previous doubts faded.
'This kid basically just made a blueprint for me. Dwan you are the most helpful sociopath in both our lives.'
It took Genesis about ten minutes to completely analyse the blueprint Dwan had made and decide on his next course of action. He couldn't completely copy this blueprint as that is what Dwan did and nuclear bombs were still dropped. He had to improve on it.
'I guess this is why my dad needed my mother. He didn't understand emotions at all. But my mother's psychological and emotional understanding was unmatched. But she's not here. It's only me. Now I have to be like my mother. No. My mother already tried and failed, trillions of times. Now I have to be superior.'
Genesis then spotted a black phone that he hadn't seen before in his mess of a room. He opened it but did not know the password, he just decided to open it using his fingerprint instead. When his phone was opened he saw his background Genesis didn't quite know what it was but it looked to be a popular meme or s.o. If not why would else someone have the numbers six and seven as their background?
Genesis checked every app but there was no need to. His conversations on the phone were enough to confirm Dwan's original blueprint.
Genesis decided to stop exploring as he heard the call of a woman who was most likely Dwan's mother. He went down the stairs slowly.
The stairs that led from upstairs were different than standard staircases. One pair of steps led to the living room. Decorated with two couches, a huge television and a fan that also served as a light.
On the left side of the staircase was a different pair of stairs that led to the entire house. First was the kitchen where Dwan's mother was. He walked down the stairs to see his mother.
While his mother spoke he ignored her words and scanned Dwan's house. He was rich to put it simply. He had incandescent lights along his ceiling. All counter tops were made of quartz. The floor was an expensive wood. The walls painted in white paint. Then the world started to regain color again and he noticed his mother.
She wasn't beautiful and but could definitely not be called average. She was slightly chubby with deeply tan skin. Her hair was in thin braids. She was barely shorter than Dwan who was about five feet and seven inches.
She wore blue medical attire. It had a pin that said "Chief Of Surgery: Dr. Tarmar" Genesis now knew why they were rich he also knew his last name now.
His mother spoke to him.
"Dwan are you not going to eat?"
Too bad there wasn't any blueprint in talking to Dwan's parents. Genesis just decided to act as if he was talking to his own and observe.
"No, I'm not hungry."
Dwan's voice was similar to Genesis's but with a sense of truthfulness to it. It almost sounded soothing. Genesis could start to see more and more how Dwan did the things he did.
His mother made a strange face then spoke.
"Okay, just remember that today is a long day for me and your sister so you can't be ordering pizza again. You'll have to make food for us."
Dwan nodded in understanding.
'So I have a sister.'
Genesis simply wandered around the house picking his bag up and filling his water bottle. From his mother's reaction he could tell that those were normal things Dwan would do.
'How could a life so average lead to mass murder?'
Genesis thought in confusion but he wasn't dwelling on questions now. He had many but at this moment he needed performance not an equation.
Genesis walked over to his car which was parked outside. He was protected from the cold because of his uniform. Genesis opened the backseat and plopped himself on the seat behind Dwan's mother.
'Time to meet the sycophants.'