You have been a rut lately. For some reason, the world is beginning to weigh down on you. For some it’s a backlog of bills, others have a loved one ailing that is in need for treatment, others are suffering from the doldrums of life, and some are just looking for adventure. Things just seemed to be piling up with no relief in sight. That is when you found out about something that would change you life forever.
“Are you looking for adventure? Would you like to be part of the next wave of evolution? Humanity is headed for a bright future and you could lead the way. Dynamix is an incredible opportunity to add a certain special something to your life and fulfill your greatest dreams.
Our medical program is looking for all types of people to volunteer for a unique testing opportunity. Your time and efforts will be well compensated. If interested, please contact Dyna Corp!
Dynamix. Heroes are made, not born. And we own the patent!”
At first you paid attention out of amusement, but after a few days, the idea seemed to stick with you. You might need the money, the sense of adventure, or just wanted to wield power. The possibilities were endless and you followed through and contacted Dyna Corp.
The application was long and dull, the forms seemed to go on forever and asked a lot of strange questions, personal questions. The medical screening was thorough. VERY thorough. You were pretty sure there was not a part of your body, inside or out, that was not photographed and documented. Then came the legal meeting with a board of lawyers and yet another stack of papers. There must have been at least two banker boxes full. You hand cramped from all of the initialing and signing. The legal jargon thrown your way was so confusing, you might have signed away your mother and never known it. All through the process, you were fueled by excitement and a vague nervousness at what was to come.
Finally, the initiation process was over and the fun would begin. You were brought to the most sterile complex you had ever seen, not one smudge or speck of dust seemed to survive long there. There were barrack-style co-ed rooms where you lived. Every so often, one of your fellow tester would wash out, either they were not responding well, or went a little crazy in the environment. After experiencing some of the tests, who could blame them.
Oh the tests! You were exposed to meteor rocks, drank water from Mars, swam in slightly radioactive syrup, picked up old relics to see if there was any response, stared at people to read minds, wore all sorts of devices that did Go-only-knows-what other than make you feel like an ass, other devices shoved in every orifice, all sorts of pills swallowed, and so much more. Every time a team of observers stared on with anticipation, ready to write down any changes. You almost felt bad for them after a while, when the waves of disappointment washed over them.
More and more people seemed to disappear, returning home, or at least, that is what you hoped. Soon they moved you all to a different, smaller facility. More exposures to different substances, enhanced work out routines, and more machines than you could shake a stick at, ranging from modern to steam punk to odd ancient devices. Every week you waited to get your pink slip. The old “Thanks, but no thanks. You’re just not special.” message. After all, secretly you suspected you were not hero material. Just an average Joe.
And then it happened.
No, they did not let you go. “IT” happened.
It started off as a tingle, maybe a bit a nausea, or a headache that seemed to linger too long. Either way, something began to change. After another round of exhausting medical exams, it was determined that you were not in fact dying of cancer or some disease they exposed you to. WHAT?! Well, never mind that, did that mean it was really happening. Were you a success?
From that day on, you began to develop strange abilities. Smarter than usual, faster, stronger, any or all of the possibilities were there. Others began to join you in the facility where the special ones trained. You were on your way to the big time. No longer content to sit still in your static life. You were about to become …