Digimon: Dreams
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Prologue: The World of Dreams and Darkness
Within every computerized network, the World Wide Web and others, the sum of all data has somehow been collected together to give birth to an entire universe of its own creation. In this Digital Universe, data is as alive as the very atoms that compose our own "Real world" and reality is shaped by the dreams of every living human being on Earth.
The Digital Universe is inhabited by Digimon (digital monsters), living creatures formed from the most highly advanced artificial intelligence programs in human history. They can eat, breathe, think, act, decide, feel, express, and have the full range of human mental, physical, and emotional capabilities. And yet they are also superhuman, each possessing great power to at least some degree.
Under the rule of the DEITY (digital entity), a set of Digimon programs whose powers are evolved to where they themselves are considered "Gods", the digital world was at peace. But a great evil known only as the darkness came fourth from parts unknown and spread its malevolence across the Digital Universe. Soon Digimon began to fight and destroy each other with no other purpose but a blind lust for power. Overwhelmed by the darkness, the DEITY were deposed and imprisoned for all eternity, they're light swallowed by the darkness. Or so they believed.
A portion of the Light of the DEITY, CELESTIAL (Computer Energy Source) came to the "Real World" seeking out a new master. With it followed a small group of Digimon hoping to escape the violent world they now inhabited for the more peaceful world they so longed for. But the darkness has followed and the time to fight back has arisen. Together the Digimon and the new Master of Light must now wage the ultimate war against the forces of evil and preserve the dreams of all humanity forever.
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Episode One: A New Hero is Born ________________________________________________________________________
"No one understands me." "Everyone hates me." "I hate my parents." "Daddy hit me." "I have no friends." "No body loves me." ________________________________________________________________________
A tall, bald, 40 something black man enters an empty classroom, to find its sole occupant staring out the window. He walk to the boy stands next to him and stares out the window as well. "What do you see?" says the man. "Clouds." "Ah I see. And why are you staring at the clouds?" "Better than school." "Well I'd expect an answer like that from you Mr. Fujikawa. You know I just got this wonderful new book and I'd like to read it to you." "Do you have to?" "Actually I do. Especially this one particular excerpt that I found very interesting. It goes like this: Adam Fujikawa: F, F, F, D, C, D, A. Sounds kinda catchy huh? Like that new Backstreet Boys single or whatever." "Whatever. Nobody listens to the Backstreet Boys anyway." "Adam, I know you're a very bright boy and I know your limitations like the back of my hand. If you're going to keep running circles around your own brain, well, we'll let your father handle that now won't we. I think you've been here long enough and that if I kept you here any longer you'd only ignore me even more so, you're free to go." "Bout time." "You're free but not Superman." "Huh?" "The comic. In my hand. Now." He took the comic out of his book and put it in Mr. Lambert's hand. "Aquaman. Never heard of him. But I'm sure my 9 year-old will appreciate this until the end of the school year. Have a nice day."
Adam left the building to find his friends Bret, George and Miguel sitting by the bike rack. Bret, puffing on a marijuana joint, called out "Hey, so how was it making sweet man-boy loooooovvvve in there, huh? C'mon Adam you can tell us. Did he give you a good touch or the bad one?" "Shut up, Bret." "Oooohhhh. Touchy. What Pam Hand-erson gave you no lovin' last night?" George came to Adam's defense "You sure she wasn't making house calls. I thought I saw her in your room last night. Why are your palms so greasy anyway, Bret?" "Keepin' em soft for yo' mama homey." "Bret: white. George: black. Let's go over it again very slowly. Bret: white. George: black." "Yeah whatever homey G-dog, Mack daddy. Let's get out of here. They began to walk down the road along their bikes. Bret broke the silence. "So my little housemaid. In the words of the famous pimp daddy Bret: "Where my money"". "What?" said Adam. "You know what I be sayin' foo." "Bret: white." "Seriously I never saw any income for that Aquaman I sold you. And I just happen to have, what's this. The latest issue of X-MEN." "Keep it. It's report card time." "Ooooohhh. No sunlight for you. No sunlight for you." Miguel sang. "Whatever. My dad's hardly home anyway so I think I could make it." Miguel spoke again. "Man you need to get your priorities straight." "What are you, my parole officer?" "No but did you forget. ComicCon2002, my friend." "Ah, shoot." "It'd be a waste to let this fourth ticket just fade to the wind now would it." "I'll make it don't worry. Well here's my house see you guys later. And Bret, stay off the cancer sticks." "Yes Master." He said. "You want me to pick your cotton too." "Bret: white." said George. "Whatever. Let's bounce dogs." Adam rushed into the house and headed upstairs as fast as possible. "Adam. That you?" "Yeah mom." "Good so you can explain to me this report card huh?" "Uh not right now." "Yes, right now," said Adam's father. "Uh dad. Hi." "F, F, F, C, D, C, A, what is this?" "The background music for a new Backstreet Boys song." "DON'T YOU DARE GET SMART WITH ME." "Me, smart? Noooo." "Adam." said his mother. "Hey, I'm only saying what's on his mind." "That's enough," said Mr. Fujikawa. "You're grounded until I see an 'A'." "Hey, there was one 'A' why do you have your underwear in such a bunch. Besides you can be here to ground me but you can't be here for anything else. Great parenting." A large hand flew down and smacked Adam across his face. "Now go to your room." "Yes, sir." Adam sat in his room. He had been spending a large amount of time here in the past. It was his escape from the world, his escape from his father. He heard loud shouting from the bottom floor. "How can I raise a household with that boy." "Albert, please." "I'm tired of this. He smart enough to make dumb jokes but he can't do his Algebra." "Not everyone can be a genius like you." "I've had enough sarcasm for one day." "Well if you would just listen to the boy." "I refuse. I refuse to accept an...idiot for my son." "Albert." "I need a drink." "Where are you going?" "Out." "ALBERT!" Adam stared at the floor drawing on the floor with his fingers. "I'm not an idiot." Rhea Fujikawa walked up the stairs to her son's room to find Adam lying across the bed. "Adam. Listen, you're father is just, frustrated. You know the constant work and the having to support his family." "He's doing a great job," he said sarcastically. "Adam, give him a chance. He didn't mean to hit you. He only wants what's best for you and your future." "Yeah, mom. Whatever." "Fine. You just sit there and do...whatever. I've had with your tone young man." "You and everyone else." "Ooh." she scowled frustrated. He sat up in bed and whispered softly to himself, "I'm sorry mom. I just wish Dad would understand me. He may not, but Terry will." He picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Terry? Is this you? Listen I need someone to talk to. Meet me at the beach okay."
Adam and Terry, his best friend, sat on the beach staring out to the open seas. Her earlobe-length black hair blew as much as possible in the wind, even covering her eyes at times. "So your dad slapped you?" said Terry. "Yeah. Jerk." "Not very good with fatherly love is he?" "I just wanted to hit him back for so long. I hate him. He ignores me the few times he is home and he thinks I'm a complete idiot." "Are you?" "Hmm." "Joking, joking." "I just want to get away from all of this." No sooner than he say it than a strange light appeared in the background. "What is that?" said Terry "I don't know. Kinda romantic huh?" "Uh no. Remove your hand now." "Fine." "Seriously what is that light?" "Who knows? Maybe the Underground will know about it." "You going on line tonight?" "Of course. I'll solve this mystery just for you." "You're so sweet. Still not getting any though." "And I was trying so hard. I better get home before Dad gets home from his drinking binge." "See ya." That night, Adam woke up and walked slowly downstairs to one of his dad's computers, the only thing in the household Mr. Fujikawa ever held in high regard. He turned it on and began surfing the web, until he found his favorite site, "The Underground.com." The front page had some technology like symbols with the ever-famous title phrase. "Are you alone?" "The Underground is the world where freaks, wimps, and loners can come together and be at one. We accept you not because you have a beautiful face, or a perfect smile, but because you are ugly or know the names of all of Captain Kirk's mistresses. Join the Underground. A special project has begun with our staff and by the end of this week; we will be finished in our greatest mission ever. We will create a utopia for all freaks and geeks. Join the Underground. We are waiting for you. Sincerely, Lord Digital." "My only salvation. I will go to this Utopia. One day." All of a sudden a strange image appeared on his screen resembling some type of orange dinosaur. The creature disappeared replaced by an egg. "Huh." The computer screen began to flash over and over again until spark began to fly out. "What is that?" "Dad." "Adam. What the hell did you do?" "Nothing, I..." "Dammit. That was an $800 computer." "I..." "Get to your room. Don't ever let me see you again." "Fine." He ran upstairs and flung himself in bed. "Stupid computer, stupid father. I hate them all. I hate them all. I hate them all." He said. He fell asleep only to find himself in a dark room. A lamp appeared in front of him followed by a high-pitched male voice. "Adam. Adam." "Huh. Where am I? Who are you?" "Adam. Step towards the light Adam." "Hey that's a lamp you know." "Okay, so we're on a tight budget. We're not rich you know. Now step towards the light." He did as instructed. "Is something supposed to happen?" "Do you have to question everything?" "Well..." The light from the lamp began to grow until it completely engulfed Adam's body. "What the..." Adam awoke again to find himself at the beach, where a strange egg was laying on the shore. He picked up the egg, and woke up again. "Bad dream." But when he looked next to himself he found the egg lying right there. "What are you?" A strange gold light appeared in his hand and took on the form of what appeared to be a handheld computer. On the screen a small digital tyrannosaurus appeared with the words "I'll protect you." "Protect me from what?" A light flashed from the device and he fell asleep uncontrollably.
Adam, George, Bret, and Miguel sat in the school courtyard. George and Miguel sat across from each other, playing their Game Boys. Bret was off reading his comic books and Adam, as usual was in his own world. "Anything interesting in the clouds there?" said Bret. "Naw. Just white floating around." "Everything's white around here Adam." said George. "Don't start." said Miguel. "Fine, Fine." Adam continued to stare and he began to think about the night before. "Hey guys. Have you ever had a dream that you felt was so real. You thought it was real. But it was just a dream." "Huh?" they said in unison. "Last night, I had this strange dream where I saw this dinosaur on my dad's computer. And then later I was in this black room..." "Why's it gotta be black?" interrupted George. "Will you shut up?" said Bret. "Any ways. I'm in a black room with a lamp in the center. And the voice of the dinosaur tells me go to the lamp. Something about budget cuts too. But, anyway, I go to the lamp and when I wake up there's this egg next to my bed and this gold, mini computer that's says 'I'll protect you'." Bret looks at Adam, turns to the others and looks at Adam again. "Damn, bro. What have you been smoking' lately cause I want some o' dat." "I wasn't smoking." "Protect you? Protect you from what?" asked Miguel. "I don't know. He just said 'I'll protect you'." Clearly Adam, you are really screwed up in the head." said George. "Ergh. Sigh, just forget I said anything." "Oh c'mon Adam, we're only kidding. But then again, you're still probably getting' higher than me. So c'mon Adam; share the wealth there." "I'm not on drugs you freaking cancer." "Hey!" "Well, you are a walking cancer there Bret." said Miguel. "What? I only smoke on the weekends." "And Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and even holidays. Everyday must be a weekend for you then," said George. "My fellow black man is dissin' me. I have no salvation anywhere." "Bret: white. George: black. Really slow now Breeeettttt: Whitttttteeeee. Geoooorrrrrgeee: bllllllacccccckkkk." "Shut up. I'm not an idiot." "This is your second time repeating ninth grade." "So I'm a slow learner," said Bret. Adam got up and began to walk away. "Hey, Adam come back. Where you going?" "To be alone." They'll never understand me, he thought to himself. He went to the other side of the courtyard where he saw Terry approach him with her short black hair, and tomboyish looks. "Hey Adam, was sup?" "Hey Terry. Can I ask you something?"
He explained the whole situation to her, hoping that she would understand where her friends failed. No such luck. "Damn, what have you been smoking'." "Ter!" "I'm sorry but that is just freaky, dude." "And I keep thinking it really happened and it is so weird." "Well if you want to know the truth then go find your dad's computer." "Why?" "You said it was destroyed right. That'll be your proof." "Yeah, I never thought of that. Thanks Ter." "Yeah. Now I'm going to take my morphine. After a story like that..." "Blah, blah, blah. I've heard it all before."
Later that day, Adam went home. Neither of his parents was home so he had time to do what he wanted before they could get there. He went to the den to look for the computer, but nothing was there. 'Strange, where did Dad's computer go? Grumble. Need food.' He went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and hung out at the fence, chomping on a banana. 'That's strange'. If it was just a dream why did the computer disappear? He saw a glare in his eye and looked down to find a spare part. 'Looks like something from the computer.' He went to throw away the peel but when he opened the trash can he saw a big bag. He tore through the bag as if scurrying for some sort of purpose or treasure and saw the white of his father's wrecked computer. 'It was real. The dream was real.'
"The trashed computer was real?" said Terry, as she swung on the tire swing. "Yeah. It was totally wrecked just like in my dream." as he stood by the slide "But how did that happen?" "I don't know," He put his hand on his chin as if pondering some sort of philosophical question. "But I intend to find out. But how is the question of the day." He looked down at his watch to see the hands positioned at 4:50 p.m. He knew that in 10 minutes his mother would be home. Being grounded that was the one thing he couldn't afford at this point. "Ten minutes till doom. I've got to go." "Alright. Give me an update when you figure everything out." "I WILL!" he yelled in the distance.
That night Adam and his father went through the house without saying a word to each other. Life as usual for the two of them. At the table Rhea Fujikawa tried her best to lighten the mood. "So Albert how's work." "Fine dear." "And how's school going for you Adam." "Fine." "Well that's good..." "I don't feel like eating," said Albert. "You hardly touched your food." "And I don't fell like eating. I have some work to finish. I'm going back." Adam stared down at his broccoli and mutter, "Typical." "What was that?" "Nothing." "Adam, Albert please..." "I'll be back in two hours." Albert rose to his foot grabbed his coat and walked out the door slamming it behind him. "I don't feel like eating either. I'm going to bed." Rhea sighed and muttered under her breath "Why do they persist in tearing this family apart?"
In his room, Adam went to his closet to find the mysterious egg again. "What are you?" The gold mini-computer sat on his desk staring into space. He picked it up to find the words, "I will protect you" written on it. "From what?" he said.
Adam could hardly sleep that night. He had a dream of the beach, of the waves whipping against the sand, and of happier times. He was four years old, running around after a crab he found, while his parents looked on with pride. He father looked on with joy at his son. But the image change into one of malevolence. His father pounded his fist against the wall like a gorilla, while Adam argued back at him over and over. "You'll never amount to anything with that attitude." "Yeah. I'll be another you." "You stupid boy." SMACK. The sound of his father's hand reverberated across the room. Adam clutched at his cheek and looked up to find the image distorted again. This time he saw his father with horns and a pitchfork. "You are an idiot, Adam. You have shamed me, my son." "Why can't you understand me Dad? Why?" Adam woke up to find himself in what seemed like a jungle. "What the heck? Where am I?" "Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha." "What was that?" "HA, HA, HA, HA, HA." "Who are you?" "My name is no use to you. But if you want to know..." A large man appeared before him with flames surrounding his metal body. "I am Pyre. You are a foreign object. I will kill you" The man lunged at him throwing flames in every direction "Circle of Flames" he cried out. Adam dodged but the fireballs kept coming at him with lightening fast speed. One came straight at him until a second fireball struck it and knocked it away. "Stay away from him," said a strange orange dinosaur. "Foreign object detected. Agumon. Animal vaccine. One of the eight guardians. No problem for me." "Pepper breathe" But rather than destroying him the fireball was only absorbed by Pyre. "Too easy." Adam just sat in awe. Pyre struck at Agumon. Every attack missed Agumon by a mile until finally Pyre decided to jump ahead of the dinosaur. "Pepper Breathe. Pepper Breathe. Pepper Breathe." Each fireball was once again absorbed. Pyre struck. This time he beat Agumon and left him lying across the floor. "Flamer." A fireball left his hand and burned Agumon. "No." cried Adam "Noooo." Agumon's body disintegrated into particles, which flew towards Adam. They flew into his body and began to change him. He became smaller with scales and gills. "I am not really here so don't cry for me Adam. I am one of eight who protected this world and now it is you're turn." The new Adam stood before Pyre. "Aqua Blast." he said as he shot a stream of water. "AGGGGHHHHH." "How did I do that?" "It's won't be enough though." Pyre attacked beaten Adam with no remorse. "Agumon cannot escape. You won't escape me." He raised his fist to shoot. "NO." the gold computer thing flashed and Adam woke up. "Whoa. That was a weird dream...." he turned next to his left to find a green creature lying the his desk quivering in pain. "You're real! You're real"
To be continued...
Within every computerized network, the World Wide Web and others, the sum of all data has somehow been collected together to give birth to an entire universe of its own creation. In this Digital Universe, data is as alive as the very atoms that compose our own "Real world" and reality is shaped by the dreams of every living human being on Earth.
The Digital Universe is inhabited by Digimon (digital monsters), living creatures formed from the most highly advanced artificial intelligence programs in human history. They can eat, breathe, think, act, decide, feel, express, and have the full range of human mental, physical, and emotional capabilities. And yet they are also superhuman, each possessing great power to at least some degree.
Under the rule of the DEITY (digital entity), a set of Digimon programs whose powers are evolved to where they themselves are considered "Gods", the digital world was at peace. But a great evil known only as the darkness came fourth from parts unknown and spread its malevolence across the Digital Universe. Soon Digimon began to fight and destroy each other with no other purpose but a blind lust for power. Overwhelmed by the darkness, the DEITY were deposed and imprisoned for all eternity, they're light swallowed by the darkness. Or so they believed.
A portion of the Light of the DEITY, CELESTIAL (Computer Energy Source) came to the "Real World" seeking out a new master. With it followed a small group of Digimon hoping to escape the violent world they now inhabited for the more peaceful world they so longed for. But the darkness has followed and the time to fight back has arisen. Together the Digimon and the new Master of Light must now wage the ultimate war against the forces of evil and preserve the dreams of all humanity forever.
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Episode One: A New Hero is Born ________________________________________________________________________
"No one understands me." "Everyone hates me." "I hate my parents." "Daddy hit me." "I have no friends." "No body loves me." ________________________________________________________________________
A tall, bald, 40 something black man enters an empty classroom, to find its sole occupant staring out the window. He walk to the boy stands next to him and stares out the window as well. "What do you see?" says the man. "Clouds." "Ah I see. And why are you staring at the clouds?" "Better than school." "Well I'd expect an answer like that from you Mr. Fujikawa. You know I just got this wonderful new book and I'd like to read it to you." "Do you have to?" "Actually I do. Especially this one particular excerpt that I found very interesting. It goes like this: Adam Fujikawa: F, F, F, D, C, D, A. Sounds kinda catchy huh? Like that new Backstreet Boys single or whatever." "Whatever. Nobody listens to the Backstreet Boys anyway." "Adam, I know you're a very bright boy and I know your limitations like the back of my hand. If you're going to keep running circles around your own brain, well, we'll let your father handle that now won't we. I think you've been here long enough and that if I kept you here any longer you'd only ignore me even more so, you're free to go." "Bout time." "You're free but not Superman." "Huh?" "The comic. In my hand. Now." He took the comic out of his book and put it in Mr. Lambert's hand. "Aquaman. Never heard of him. But I'm sure my 9 year-old will appreciate this until the end of the school year. Have a nice day."
Adam left the building to find his friends Bret, George and Miguel sitting by the bike rack. Bret, puffing on a marijuana joint, called out "Hey, so how was it making sweet man-boy loooooovvvve in there, huh? C'mon Adam you can tell us. Did he give you a good touch or the bad one?" "Shut up, Bret." "Oooohhhh. Touchy. What Pam Hand-erson gave you no lovin' last night?" George came to Adam's defense "You sure she wasn't making house calls. I thought I saw her in your room last night. Why are your palms so greasy anyway, Bret?" "Keepin' em soft for yo' mama homey." "Bret: white. George: black. Let's go over it again very slowly. Bret: white. George: black." "Yeah whatever homey G-dog, Mack daddy. Let's get out of here. They began to walk down the road along their bikes. Bret broke the silence. "So my little housemaid. In the words of the famous pimp daddy Bret: "Where my money"". "What?" said Adam. "You know what I be sayin' foo." "Bret: white." "Seriously I never saw any income for that Aquaman I sold you. And I just happen to have, what's this. The latest issue of X-MEN." "Keep it. It's report card time." "Ooooohhh. No sunlight for you. No sunlight for you." Miguel sang. "Whatever. My dad's hardly home anyway so I think I could make it." Miguel spoke again. "Man you need to get your priorities straight." "What are you, my parole officer?" "No but did you forget. ComicCon2002, my friend." "Ah, shoot." "It'd be a waste to let this fourth ticket just fade to the wind now would it." "I'll make it don't worry. Well here's my house see you guys later. And Bret, stay off the cancer sticks." "Yes Master." He said. "You want me to pick your cotton too." "Bret: white." said George. "Whatever. Let's bounce dogs." Adam rushed into the house and headed upstairs as fast as possible. "Adam. That you?" "Yeah mom." "Good so you can explain to me this report card huh?" "Uh not right now." "Yes, right now," said Adam's father. "Uh dad. Hi." "F, F, F, C, D, C, A, what is this?" "The background music for a new Backstreet Boys song." "DON'T YOU DARE GET SMART WITH ME." "Me, smart? Noooo." "Adam." said his mother. "Hey, I'm only saying what's on his mind." "That's enough," said Mr. Fujikawa. "You're grounded until I see an 'A'." "Hey, there was one 'A' why do you have your underwear in such a bunch. Besides you can be here to ground me but you can't be here for anything else. Great parenting." A large hand flew down and smacked Adam across his face. "Now go to your room." "Yes, sir." Adam sat in his room. He had been spending a large amount of time here in the past. It was his escape from the world, his escape from his father. He heard loud shouting from the bottom floor. "How can I raise a household with that boy." "Albert, please." "I'm tired of this. He smart enough to make dumb jokes but he can't do his Algebra." "Not everyone can be a genius like you." "I've had enough sarcasm for one day." "Well if you would just listen to the boy." "I refuse. I refuse to accept an...idiot for my son." "Albert." "I need a drink." "Where are you going?" "Out." "ALBERT!" Adam stared at the floor drawing on the floor with his fingers. "I'm not an idiot." Rhea Fujikawa walked up the stairs to her son's room to find Adam lying across the bed. "Adam. Listen, you're father is just, frustrated. You know the constant work and the having to support his family." "He's doing a great job," he said sarcastically. "Adam, give him a chance. He didn't mean to hit you. He only wants what's best for you and your future." "Yeah, mom. Whatever." "Fine. You just sit there and do...whatever. I've had with your tone young man." "You and everyone else." "Ooh." she scowled frustrated. He sat up in bed and whispered softly to himself, "I'm sorry mom. I just wish Dad would understand me. He may not, but Terry will." He picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Terry? Is this you? Listen I need someone to talk to. Meet me at the beach okay."
Adam and Terry, his best friend, sat on the beach staring out to the open seas. Her earlobe-length black hair blew as much as possible in the wind, even covering her eyes at times. "So your dad slapped you?" said Terry. "Yeah. Jerk." "Not very good with fatherly love is he?" "I just wanted to hit him back for so long. I hate him. He ignores me the few times he is home and he thinks I'm a complete idiot." "Are you?" "Hmm." "Joking, joking." "I just want to get away from all of this." No sooner than he say it than a strange light appeared in the background. "What is that?" said Terry "I don't know. Kinda romantic huh?" "Uh no. Remove your hand now." "Fine." "Seriously what is that light?" "Who knows? Maybe the Underground will know about it." "You going on line tonight?" "Of course. I'll solve this mystery just for you." "You're so sweet. Still not getting any though." "And I was trying so hard. I better get home before Dad gets home from his drinking binge." "See ya." That night, Adam woke up and walked slowly downstairs to one of his dad's computers, the only thing in the household Mr. Fujikawa ever held in high regard. He turned it on and began surfing the web, until he found his favorite site, "The Underground.com." The front page had some technology like symbols with the ever-famous title phrase. "Are you alone?" "The Underground is the world where freaks, wimps, and loners can come together and be at one. We accept you not because you have a beautiful face, or a perfect smile, but because you are ugly or know the names of all of Captain Kirk's mistresses. Join the Underground. A special project has begun with our staff and by the end of this week; we will be finished in our greatest mission ever. We will create a utopia for all freaks and geeks. Join the Underground. We are waiting for you. Sincerely, Lord Digital." "My only salvation. I will go to this Utopia. One day." All of a sudden a strange image appeared on his screen resembling some type of orange dinosaur. The creature disappeared replaced by an egg. "Huh." The computer screen began to flash over and over again until spark began to fly out. "What is that?" "Dad." "Adam. What the hell did you do?" "Nothing, I..." "Dammit. That was an $800 computer." "I..." "Get to your room. Don't ever let me see you again." "Fine." He ran upstairs and flung himself in bed. "Stupid computer, stupid father. I hate them all. I hate them all. I hate them all." He said. He fell asleep only to find himself in a dark room. A lamp appeared in front of him followed by a high-pitched male voice. "Adam. Adam." "Huh. Where am I? Who are you?" "Adam. Step towards the light Adam." "Hey that's a lamp you know." "Okay, so we're on a tight budget. We're not rich you know. Now step towards the light." He did as instructed. "Is something supposed to happen?" "Do you have to question everything?" "Well..." The light from the lamp began to grow until it completely engulfed Adam's body. "What the..." Adam awoke again to find himself at the beach, where a strange egg was laying on the shore. He picked up the egg, and woke up again. "Bad dream." But when he looked next to himself he found the egg lying right there. "What are you?" A strange gold light appeared in his hand and took on the form of what appeared to be a handheld computer. On the screen a small digital tyrannosaurus appeared with the words "I'll protect you." "Protect me from what?" A light flashed from the device and he fell asleep uncontrollably.
Adam, George, Bret, and Miguel sat in the school courtyard. George and Miguel sat across from each other, playing their Game Boys. Bret was off reading his comic books and Adam, as usual was in his own world. "Anything interesting in the clouds there?" said Bret. "Naw. Just white floating around." "Everything's white around here Adam." said George. "Don't start." said Miguel. "Fine, Fine." Adam continued to stare and he began to think about the night before. "Hey guys. Have you ever had a dream that you felt was so real. You thought it was real. But it was just a dream." "Huh?" they said in unison. "Last night, I had this strange dream where I saw this dinosaur on my dad's computer. And then later I was in this black room..." "Why's it gotta be black?" interrupted George. "Will you shut up?" said Bret. "Any ways. I'm in a black room with a lamp in the center. And the voice of the dinosaur tells me go to the lamp. Something about budget cuts too. But, anyway, I go to the lamp and when I wake up there's this egg next to my bed and this gold, mini computer that's says 'I'll protect you'." Bret looks at Adam, turns to the others and looks at Adam again. "Damn, bro. What have you been smoking' lately cause I want some o' dat." "I wasn't smoking." "Protect you? Protect you from what?" asked Miguel. "I don't know. He just said 'I'll protect you'." Clearly Adam, you are really screwed up in the head." said George. "Ergh. Sigh, just forget I said anything." "Oh c'mon Adam, we're only kidding. But then again, you're still probably getting' higher than me. So c'mon Adam; share the wealth there." "I'm not on drugs you freaking cancer." "Hey!" "Well, you are a walking cancer there Bret." said Miguel. "What? I only smoke on the weekends." "And Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and even holidays. Everyday must be a weekend for you then," said George. "My fellow black man is dissin' me. I have no salvation anywhere." "Bret: white. George: black. Really slow now Breeeettttt: Whitttttteeeee. Geoooorrrrrgeee: bllllllacccccckkkk." "Shut up. I'm not an idiot." "This is your second time repeating ninth grade." "So I'm a slow learner," said Bret. Adam got up and began to walk away. "Hey, Adam come back. Where you going?" "To be alone." They'll never understand me, he thought to himself. He went to the other side of the courtyard where he saw Terry approach him with her short black hair, and tomboyish looks. "Hey Adam, was sup?" "Hey Terry. Can I ask you something?"
He explained the whole situation to her, hoping that she would understand where her friends failed. No such luck. "Damn, what have you been smoking'." "Ter!" "I'm sorry but that is just freaky, dude." "And I keep thinking it really happened and it is so weird." "Well if you want to know the truth then go find your dad's computer." "Why?" "You said it was destroyed right. That'll be your proof." "Yeah, I never thought of that. Thanks Ter." "Yeah. Now I'm going to take my morphine. After a story like that..." "Blah, blah, blah. I've heard it all before."
Later that day, Adam went home. Neither of his parents was home so he had time to do what he wanted before they could get there. He went to the den to look for the computer, but nothing was there. 'Strange, where did Dad's computer go? Grumble. Need food.' He went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and hung out at the fence, chomping on a banana. 'That's strange'. If it was just a dream why did the computer disappear? He saw a glare in his eye and looked down to find a spare part. 'Looks like something from the computer.' He went to throw away the peel but when he opened the trash can he saw a big bag. He tore through the bag as if scurrying for some sort of purpose or treasure and saw the white of his father's wrecked computer. 'It was real. The dream was real.'
"The trashed computer was real?" said Terry, as she swung on the tire swing. "Yeah. It was totally wrecked just like in my dream." as he stood by the slide "But how did that happen?" "I don't know," He put his hand on his chin as if pondering some sort of philosophical question. "But I intend to find out. But how is the question of the day." He looked down at his watch to see the hands positioned at 4:50 p.m. He knew that in 10 minutes his mother would be home. Being grounded that was the one thing he couldn't afford at this point. "Ten minutes till doom. I've got to go." "Alright. Give me an update when you figure everything out." "I WILL!" he yelled in the distance.
That night Adam and his father went through the house without saying a word to each other. Life as usual for the two of them. At the table Rhea Fujikawa tried her best to lighten the mood. "So Albert how's work." "Fine dear." "And how's school going for you Adam." "Fine." "Well that's good..." "I don't feel like eating," said Albert. "You hardly touched your food." "And I don't fell like eating. I have some work to finish. I'm going back." Adam stared down at his broccoli and mutter, "Typical." "What was that?" "Nothing." "Adam, Albert please..." "I'll be back in two hours." Albert rose to his foot grabbed his coat and walked out the door slamming it behind him. "I don't feel like eating either. I'm going to bed." Rhea sighed and muttered under her breath "Why do they persist in tearing this family apart?"
In his room, Adam went to his closet to find the mysterious egg again. "What are you?" The gold mini-computer sat on his desk staring into space. He picked it up to find the words, "I will protect you" written on it. "From what?" he said.
Adam could hardly sleep that night. He had a dream of the beach, of the waves whipping against the sand, and of happier times. He was four years old, running around after a crab he found, while his parents looked on with pride. He father looked on with joy at his son. But the image change into one of malevolence. His father pounded his fist against the wall like a gorilla, while Adam argued back at him over and over. "You'll never amount to anything with that attitude." "Yeah. I'll be another you." "You stupid boy." SMACK. The sound of his father's hand reverberated across the room. Adam clutched at his cheek and looked up to find the image distorted again. This time he saw his father with horns and a pitchfork. "You are an idiot, Adam. You have shamed me, my son." "Why can't you understand me Dad? Why?" Adam woke up to find himself in what seemed like a jungle. "What the heck? Where am I?" "Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha." "What was that?" "HA, HA, HA, HA, HA." "Who are you?" "My name is no use to you. But if you want to know..." A large man appeared before him with flames surrounding his metal body. "I am Pyre. You are a foreign object. I will kill you" The man lunged at him throwing flames in every direction "Circle of Flames" he cried out. Adam dodged but the fireballs kept coming at him with lightening fast speed. One came straight at him until a second fireball struck it and knocked it away. "Stay away from him," said a strange orange dinosaur. "Foreign object detected. Agumon. Animal vaccine. One of the eight guardians. No problem for me." "Pepper breathe" But rather than destroying him the fireball was only absorbed by Pyre. "Too easy." Adam just sat in awe. Pyre struck at Agumon. Every attack missed Agumon by a mile until finally Pyre decided to jump ahead of the dinosaur. "Pepper Breathe. Pepper Breathe. Pepper Breathe." Each fireball was once again absorbed. Pyre struck. This time he beat Agumon and left him lying across the floor. "Flamer." A fireball left his hand and burned Agumon. "No." cried Adam "Noooo." Agumon's body disintegrated into particles, which flew towards Adam. They flew into his body and began to change him. He became smaller with scales and gills. "I am not really here so don't cry for me Adam. I am one of eight who protected this world and now it is you're turn." The new Adam stood before Pyre. "Aqua Blast." he said as he shot a stream of water. "AGGGGHHHHH." "How did I do that?" "It's won't be enough though." Pyre attacked beaten Adam with no remorse. "Agumon cannot escape. You won't escape me." He raised his fist to shoot. "NO." the gold computer thing flashed and Adam woke up. "Whoa. That was a weird dream...." he turned next to his left to find a green creature lying the his desk quivering in pain. "You're real! You're real"
To be continued...