3 secrets they don't want you to know
There are three secrets that the ones in charge of the world don't want you to know, if you even hint at knowing one of them will send them into a panic attack and get people to silence you.
What's so important about these three very well kept secrets? They redefine the way people think about the world.
First, the scarcity of super geniuses is not as great as they would have you believe. Many people say the kind of genius to be able to make a hadron collider at age seven is about one in about a thousand years. The statement couldn't be more wrong if it tried, in the world of today there are one super genius for every twenty five million normal people. Right now that means about 320 super geniuses in the world with a standard deviation of about ten geniuses. So, where are the grand masterpieces of these people? The flying cars, giant lasers and spaceships that can travel faster than light? In the UNs Division for Intelligence On Supernormal, or DIOS.
These people believe in the normalization of technology and the regulation of super geniuses and super people. It was just a proyect in the 40's but the recent boom in type Ds transformed it into an organization as big as the CIA. Type Ds refers to Da Vinci the greatest inventor of current history.
The second secret is one most people have figured would never come true and that they think it will only be possible in fiction. In the world there are 76 super people in the world at any given time. Most people who learn this are astounded that no one has figured it out and take notice of the weird number of supers. Most never make a connection, but I suspect that there will be a swell of numbers and that like most things in the universe the constant in the equation will be the golden mean. DIOS designated the name Type S to them. But the question people first ask when they learn of the supers is, why has no one noticed? The answer is simple, because the DIOSs never let them. They have mind wipers, holograms and government backing that lets them keep things quiet.
The last secret is one that if people knew, they would freak out and go out of their way to avoid giving credit to. There are other dimensions that exist all around us. If you get specific there are three types of different dimensions. The first and the one most people know about are parallel dimensions, these are the ones where if this morning you went right the other you went left. Second are pocket dimensions, these are pieces of local dimensions that break away and aren't connected but are anchored to the local dimension, this ones can act as a bridge because the nature of such places makes them ideal for traveling to parallel dimensions. The third and most controversial would be divine or antimatter dimensions. These are the ones where souls, angels and demons reside. Most things in these dimensions can't enter matter dimensions and as such can't cross to our dimension but there have been sightings of them and as such DIOS is in charge of it. They call the antimatter beings Type X.
If you read this and they haven't found you, if you read this and you are already aware, if you read this and they are banging on your door. Please help the revolution. They cannot continue like this and it will kill us to continue as we have been. Over and out.
Signed and spoiled,
Your humble servant.
There seems to be something wrong. Thought Ryan
He was in a small open air cafe, drinking hot chocolate. It was cold that day as december was ending, and the small town of Bellf was in the midst of some kind of panic.
The cafe was small, there were eight tables total and all were separated by a few feet of space. There was a television on top of the menu that showed a music video ussually but at that moment it was showing a news report it seemed.
"...And there seems no stopping this thief as the sheriff has called in the state police's help to handle him, the security footage indicates some kind of error in the recording as he seems to move from one place to another..."
Ryan looks up to see and sees something other people seem to have missed. There is a diadem or collar of some kind in the back of his neck and it seemed to be some kind of electoric gadget.
So that's where it went to, thought Ryan in an uncaracteristical amused tone.
Ryan Key was a normal 17 year old, accustomed as everyone was to modern technology, a slacker but - according to his teachers - above average inteligence. Nothing seemingly made him someone special unless you were with him in his garage day in and day out like him, for you see Ryan didn't like school and Sarah, his widow mother, didn't have the means to enroll him in a special program to challenge him. Thus Ryan like every child bored with the innane matters of school did what they did, not put much attention to it.
Ryan at age 9 disarmed 3 remote controllers and used a spare broken land mower to build a remote controlled helicopter, not because he wanted to play with it or because he somehow wanted to be noticed, but to reach the snack jar at the top of the fridge. His mom busy as she was just noticed the decrease in cookies and candy in the snack jar but never saw how he did it so she didnt blame him or punish him but she did ask how he did it, and thus he started covering it up.
As the years passed and he built more things with broken or discarded stuff Ryan mantained that telling his mother was like getting caught with the hand in the cookie jar and thus it became habit to not talk or tell her about the stuff he built.
At age 11 Ryan wanted to be a superhero and thus built some rocket boots that used the same gasoline used in the landmower. When he went to the park to test it it worked well and a small girl about his age asked him what had him so excited as she hadn't seen him test it. When he told her what he did and she asked to be showed he tried, only to break his leg jumping off a tree branch because the gasoline was out and he couldn't stat the rocket boots.
Children laughed and he got sent to the hospital to get a cast and so he also didn't show others what he made from then on because failure was intertwined with ridicule now and he felt bad when they laughed at him.
As he grew Ryan understood some things that others didn't and didn't understood some things others easily did. One of those was the interaction between people and the difference in mentality between boys and girls. As such his only friend, a girl named Fiona - or Fi to her friend - was strange to him in ways most physics theory seemed to be to most of his peers, because of this he often was an introver, loner and generally unsocial. His only refuge was his garage where he continued to creat many incredible things and the library where he read what theory he could and some fiction.
The library was specially important to him seeing that his mother didn't have the salary to buy books at the rate he read and so, often the 'outings' that Fi and Ryan had were to the library where he read books about physics, electronics, mechanics and some sci-fi and fantasy.
His habit of not showing anything to anyone would save him here where he wanted to experiment with some seemingly possible science fiction mechanics like antigravity and teleportation. Such was his worry to be caught that he got a job to pay for things like a new toaster, a new microwave and a new refrigerator so he could use the old ones for his experiments and leave no one the wiser and make his mom proud of him.
Fi sometimes asked what he did and why he read so much advanced stuff and if he understood that why did he continue to be with the normal class instead of transfering to a specialliced learning class. He told her that they didn't have the money and it seemed a hassle just to learn things a little earlier. Fi also asked why he didn't have better grades, he said that it was because he only did the minimum homework and answered exams so that he could have an average score because it would be more work to have good grades, work he didn't want to do.
For the rest of his school life this would be normal, have average grades, hang out with fi one day of the week and use afternoons to fiddle with his projects. That is until one of his inventions went missing in the summer before senior year.