I opened my eyes and saw Brandon sitting at the big computer desk again. “What the hell does this mean?” he shouted, standing up. I walked over to him. “Let me help,” I said. He turned to me. “Why- no. How are you here?” he questioned. “Thinking about being here,” I said. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Fine, take a crack at it. If I could do it, some teen can-” he said. “There. I cracked into the chip’s database and found something. The chip was always there. My body recognized the chip and was trying to destroy it. It causes the glitchiness,” I said. 

“Wow, I spoke far too soon. How did you do that? Nevermind I don’t want to know. How do you know it’s been there for all this time?” Brandon said. “The chip’s first data was from Friday, August 21, 2037. That was the date that two of my mother’s eggs were fertilized,” I said. “Two? I thought you were a triplet,” he said. “I am a triplet. I took a look at the chip and found that my mom was a test subject. They knew she was pregnant and they wanted to test their new product on her. She said yes because she loved helping. They inserted something into one of the eggs, the one I am, and fucked it up causing the egg to split into two. That’s what made me a triplet. Axel wasn’t affected by the serum but I was since I was the original egg,” I said. 

“What does that have to do with this?” he asked. “My mom never told them it worked because they shut the company down. The serum had the chip inserted into my DNA,” I said. Brandon looked at me, confused. “The serum was to make unborn babies have powers. The egg cell split and so me and Axel are identical. When they injected part of the egg with the serum, it didn’t affect Axel because of the split. Axel is normal and I have supernatural abilities,” I said. “Makes more sense. You were speaking nerd for a moment,” he said. “Says the one who studied my DNA for years,” I said, getting out of the chair. “I- fair enough. You should go back,” he said, reaching out to touch my hand. “Fuck no,” I said, moving my hand. “What?” he said, personally offended. “I’m staying. I have nothing to do,” I said. “Fine, whatever,” he said.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “You smoke?” I asked. “Yeah, why? Want one?” he asked. “No, I never thought you would smoke,” I said. “Never thought I would. But hey, life happens. If you need me, I’ll be outside smoking,” he said. He glitched out of the room, leaving me alone in it. I laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling lights. I looked around and got up again. I decided to look around the room. I walked around the room and noticed things. Brandon had papers nailed to his wall. Pictures of DNA strands in a bunch of squares and circles.. They were labeled with my family’s names. “What?” I asked. I shook my thoughts off and continued looking around. 

Not much was interesting. Except for the wallet on his desk. I looked in it. The wallet had his ID in it. “What the fuck are you doing with that?” Brandon said, glitching behind me. “Your ID. It seems…off,” I said. His ID had the year 2003. “You’re 53 years old! You don’t look like it,” I said. “No, I would have been. I’m dead and have been dead for 32 years. I’m actually 21,” he said. I learned that his name was actually Brandon Lancer. “I was your age in that photo,” he said. “Your name is Brandon Lancer?” I asked, slightly laughing. “Yeah, what about it? Just put the card back,” he said. I did what he wanted and sat in the chair. “What now?” I asked. “I don’t know, kid. I was gonna send you back so I can observe more about you, but you don’t want to go,” he said. “Fine, only because you have nothing better to do,” I said. “Cool,” he said. He grabbed my hand and my vision went black.