The False End

Just the act of waking has become exhausting in this mundane world. There have been leaps in the level of technology, but we are still centuries away from anything even comparing to sci-fi or non-fiction in general. I want to be able to see the stars up close and see the magnitude of these masses.

In my life, I've always seen that it's only the people who take initiative get to the top. I just don't see this rule to be so important, to actually put the effort into not breaking it. I see no purpose in having more money or power when I don't need it. I live comfortably and I don't have to really worry about anything besides going to work. Except, that's the problem.

Every day I do the same thing. I wake up, shower, go to work, come back and read for a while, then sleep. Never do I do anything different, nor have I for the past 3 years. I'm a 30-year-old computer scientist with nothing ahead of me in life. My parents have passed on, I have no wife or kids, not even a social life. The only thing I have is a pretty good amount of money from saving with nothing to spend it on, besides comic books and games that is.

If I ever had a choice to just leave and go somewhere else, I know where I'd go. The Marvel universe is just so incredibly vast and amazing with so many ways of gaining power and creating literally whatever you want to. If I'm ever given the chance to live in marvel, I would be greater than anyone could ever know.

It was on this thought that I heard my door open. I wasn't expecting company tonight, nor does anyone have access to my apartment. Now, I'm not a weak person, nor am I a weak-minded person, but this is an unnerving experience. Hearing whispers around the corner of the hallway is my cue to step into my bedroom. The tension in the air was palpable and I could feel the hairs on my body rising in anticipation.

The only real weapon in my room was a pretty nice knife that I'd bought just for the heck of it. I decided I would fight back or die trying. Crouching down next to my door seemed to be the only viable option with such a short-range weapon. 'I will fight to my last breath and take anyone I can with me,' I thought as I was taking in the current situation.

There were at least 4 pairs of feet and shushed whispers outside of my door. I didn't truly know what to expect, but 1 guy in a black combat outfit blowing down my door and with 3 more guys behind him waiting to rush in wasn't it. I got the surprise on the first one, stabbing him in the throat after my own bout of confusion from the door wore off, but the other 3, who had what looked to be silenced pistols, did not take to my killing of their teammate nicely. 1 shot to the throat, 1 to the chest, and one to the leg all rang off one after the other. They seemed to be trained but that doesn't exactly matter now, does it? I still had one question in my mind, however, what could they possibly be after? With my last breath, I saw them do a quick search of my room and one of them snatched my laptop. I see I work for an average company that funds its own technologic research. We had recently made a big breakthrough on processors and it seems someone either got word of it or was sold the information. They wanted my own notes and thoughts on the technology, most likely to further their own research on it.

This realization seemed to be the end of the line for me, however, seeing as I could barely hold onto coherent thoughts. My final thought was of going to the marvel universe with Reed Richards' level of intelligence. I felt I could make it there with nothing but that skill set to begin with.