Last night, I was in the living room with my family for some reason (which if i were to say what reason, you’d think I was weird or mayabang or whatever). So we were all like, seated and my two other younger siblings were doing random crap…
Then my dad, who’s presence with us is as rare as PJ Tolentino passing a math exam, decided to ask….
“It’s also possible for the human body to adapt to through the commands of the parametrical mind. If the motor system of the brain were to be pushed into the boundaries of parametricism, likely effects would include faster reflexes, forceful movements and other physical characteristics beyond human.” – Parametrics, the 2 page report
It was seven in the evening. A girl walks down the street away from the school gates. With one hand on her bag, the other held an umbrella, rain pounding from above.
She hurried towards the stop, where she would take a bus, her orange skirt sweeping behind. A wake of splashed water was left. At the stop, she paused only to tie her hair back in a ponytail. The sky was dark with rainclouds, with only the light of the station to show direction.
Thunder clapped and the light went out. Unfazed, she pulled out her cellphone and texted her parents that she might be late, it might take some time. From the other side of the street, a group of men walked towards her, no doubt their intentions malicious.
By the time she put back her phone in her pocket, lightning flashed and the silhouettes of strange men surrounded her. She picked up her umbrella and threw.
It had been awhile since anything had happened. Jose had been doing his job faithfully, even in the absence of direction or of an Agency. Yet still, things were getting pretty quiet ever since the attack. Even in the news, the reports have been getting duller. Either there’s nothing happening… or something really, really big is happening.
Either way, Jose still had the information disk that the Parametrical Society of Human Sciences had given the Major Asia Guardian Intelligence Service a few hours after they were laid siege, which was now in the posession of Jose. He didn’t open the information though, in fear that the enemy would find out.
But from the corner of his mind, the pull of the temptation to find out was growing, until one day, in the monotony of the evening, he pulled out the data disk and headed down towards his command center.
They say that a criminal rarely strikes twice in the same place. That way, this could be some sort of secret blog that no one knows about. But its rare, not unlikely. Maybe I just really want to be found out...
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<— Not this one.