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Seasons Beatings Part 1

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Seven million seven hundred seventy-six thousand seconds. That is how long I have been obsessed with this day. In that time, I have pondered approximately five thousand six hundred and sixty scenarios explicitly designed to work with my current arsenal of one hundred inventions.

Yet despite the twenty-six sleepless nights, three consecutive days without any type of nourishment, and the frankly maddening amount of problems even I can't count. I don't regret even one decision. Not one. After all, the best only deserve the best, do they not? Psychologically speaking, the first encounter is always striking, which means I must always put the best foot forward.

And even with months of preparation for this one day, I still feel antsy.

"Maybe I should quit all together, maybe there will be a nex-," I said out loud for only my various monitors to hear me amidst the nervous tapping of my left foot.

When I heard the melodic stirring that came with six raised heartbeats, it seems that the nanites had not missed even a single dime. I realized that I could do all the waiting in the world and still not be ready. Evolution only comes through tribulation, and I refuse to stay the same person I was even a half-second ago. So in an instant, I bottled my anxiety and steeled my resolve all the more.

In this superhuman society, out of 8.5 billion people globally, I've picked a fight between the worst of the worst. And while this dreaded city called Krimo may call them outcasts, criminals, and ruffians, I have a very different name for them: arch-nemesis, or should I say The Cons.