Dr. Lawrence Laurent (Male, Medical Doctor, France)

The mysterious disembodied voice in your head subsides. The words projected in your eyes flicker out of existence as suddenly as it began scrolling through your field of view. As soon as the strange episode came to a close, you rise up from your bed in the darkened room, a sweaty hand reaching to try to silence the ringing in your ears. It was unlike anything you had ever experience before, and likely no one else you have diagnosed throughout your career. It seemed almost like some biblical message with all the commandments and instruction, only a lot more modern in its language and style. Blinking away instinctively, you turn to tap at the switch of your night light, sending out an eerie yellow glow to illuminate your bed side. You then reach for your gold rimmed glasses on the side table. When you put them on, your vision blurred, as if a thick filter had been placed over your eyes. Curiously, you repeatedly put them on and take them off again. You look towards the digital clock without them. Normally, your extremely short sighted self would not be able to make anything out. However, you could now clearly see it reading 6:01 AM. It did not take much more than that you realize that it was not a dream, and you knew exactly what it was you have to do.

At long last, you have finally been activated. Ever since the science expo 3 years ago, you had thought that they would never come back to you. If what they said back then was true, you can now be rid of this dreary, miserable life and become something far more than just another stooge for others to thread on, free of all the stress, the back stabbings at work and your insufferable cheating wife, Chloe. Turning to your side, the bitch had decided to appear, passed out and splayed across the bed. She still had that tight fitting red dress on, probably having gotten back at 4 am earlier this morning. You did not even want to know what she had been up to or where those lips had been. From what you have heard from what little friends you have, she had been doing things behind your back ever since you married her. You did not have the strength to confront her then. You were a coward who had always been the nice guy, which was why the spark in the marriage never rekindled after the first night. When you married your whore of a spouse, you had thought she actually loved you for who you were. It turned out that since you came from a rich family, she assumed the part of the gold digger and had lived the cushy life from your high income all this while for 8 goddamn years. The only reason why you have not divorced her yet was because of what little sex you get from her is one of the few things left that kept you sane.

Not caring if she were to wake up, you slide out the covers and head into the bathroom of your high class apartment, passing by the balcony window that showed the beautiful view of the cultural icon known as the Eiffel Tower. Inside, you splashed your face with water before looking into your reflection, to reflect on your new sense of being. You were Lawrence Laurent. 38 years old. Born from a French father and an American mother, you were effectively raised in both countries. You normally dress a lot sharper than the boxers you are in now. You are a doctor who works at the American Hospital of Paris. You stood at 5'8", shaped relatively thin. You were by no means physically weak, but your appearance with the meek face, nerdy styled brown swept hair and thick round framed glasses made you look the part. Ever since medical school, you had been bullied, cheated upon and taken advantage of. Your sharp mind was your strongest point. You had to outwit your enemies or roll hard with the punches every single time someone took a swing at you. You take a moment to look at the palms of your hands, not immediately seeing any difference, but with your enhanced vision, you could see the wire like circuitry hugging around your nerves and veins, so well hidden that they might a well be a natural part of you. Surges of microscopic lights passed through them, relaying information all over your body. Tiny metallic objects float about in your bloodstream, clearing out impurities and refreshing your body to a healthy state. You feel so much more active since waking up that you feel like you could run the med school marathon again. Not a single ounce of fatigue or lethargy at all. Cybernetic augmentations. Nanotechnology. What you have in your body was the future, on a level far beyond what today's scientists could only dream of. With you finally being allowed to use them, you could feel an overwhelming swell of power coursing through your rejuvenated psyche.

Wiping your face down with a hand towel, you let out a long breath as you mentally prepare for the tasks ahead, before you head back outside to go into your study. The dossier with the information you were told about was exactly where the voice had told you. You did not question how it got there and had a detailed read, committing it to your now augmented memory. After you had memorized all of its contents, you absorb the master control key and the chips you were given. The very back of the file had an instruction for you to destroy it. You slide it into the heavy duty paper shredder beneath your desk, watching every last page become long, non nonsensical strips of recycled paper. As you watch the papers be destroyed, your thoughts wonder over to who your first target should be.