I woke up coughing. I was trapped in a dark void. There were a few lights on but it wasn’t enough to see much. I heard something behind me. I turned quickly to see what it was. Nothing was there. “Hello?” I said, coughing again. The strong smell of smoke was still hitting me in the face. I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned and fell. It was a boy with long-ish brown hair wearing rounded glasses. “Don’t hurt me!” I screamed, covering my face. He sighed and put his hand out to me. For me I should say. “I’m not going to hurt you, Ash,” he said. I took his hand and stood up. “Who are you?” I said, watching the mystery boy walk away. “I am… Brandon,” he said, stopping for a moment. “Where are we? Why am I here?” I questioned. “Welcome to the system of life. You are here because I brought you here,” Brandon said. 

He clapped his hands and brighter lights came on. I covered my eyes. “It’s okay. Look,” he said, behind me. “How do you keep doing that?” I asked. “Open your eyes. I’ll show you and show you what I have been working on,” he said. I opened my eyes and Brandon was in front of me again. His body was glitching out. Just like my vision did. He glitched out of view and said, “Neat right?” I turned to him, slightly scared. “What the hell was that?” I asked, trying to stay as calm as possible. “Glicthed out. It’s in your blood and only in yours,” he said, smiling. “What the hell are you? You aren’t normal,” I said, backing away. “I’m pretty much you, Ash. YOU’RE not normal,” he said. “No… I AM normal and you aren’t me,” I said, frightened of what he could do. He glitched in front of me. I tried to continue backing away but I kicked a desk. “No… Get the fuck away from me,” I shouted.

My vision glitched out again. I closed my eyes and covered my face. I heard his voice again. “You are just as much of a freak as I am,” he said. I opened my eyes. I was on the opposite side of the room. I looked at Brandon. He was standing still facing the desk. “No… no!” I shouted. I fell to the ground. “You should know that your mom knows. She knew your condition and wanted to tell you about it,” he said. “Don’t talk about my mother,” I said, coldly. “She told me to tell you. I told her about my vision. That’s why her last words were to you. That’s why they were what they are,” Brandon said. “How?” I questioned. “Visions. You held her hand in her final moment and she talked with me. I had transmitted her the vision of your kids. I talked to her after she passed. She was quite a beautiful woman,” he said. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” I said. “Glitched out. That term is one I invented. Well that means glitching in and out of reality, glitching into systems, teleportation, self-power bestowal, and visions,” he said. “Self-power bestowal?” I asked. “Yeah, give oneself any power they want of course. You can do this in the real world if you want, when you learn to harness it,” he said. “How is this possible?” I questioned. “Genetic mutations that aren’t able to be found. I accessed some of your DNA and tested it many times. I found one thing missing that doctors can’t see for another thousands of years. One of your DNA’s nucleotides is torn,” he said. “What?” I asked. “Glitch your ass back over here. I’m pulling it up,” Brandon said. “I…can’t,” I said. “What? Yes you can. Think about being over here,” he said. I saw my vision glitch and next thing I knew I was next to Brandon. 

“There. That nucleotide is torn between the nitrogen base, T, and the deoxyribose sugar,” Brandon said, pointing at a small rip. “But it’s also on the A nitrogen base side between the deoxyribose and the phosphate right there,” I said. “Where?” he asked. I pointed at the even smaller tear. He zoomed in to where I was pointing. “Huh? I never noticed that,” he said. It wasn’t torned. There was a small triangle shaped chip in place of it. “That chip might be causing the glitchiness. I’ll do more research on this. For now, I have to send you back. Goodbye Ash,” he said, grabbing my hand. My vision went black again.