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What if Lewis Therrin Telamon wasn't responsible for the breaking of the world. What if he was infact, a United States Counted Terrorist Officer, but also a Telekinetic. What if, throwning out EoTW's introduction, everything we knew about Randland was wrong, the history, the actuality of the True Source, and the power of The Dark One's Name. Even Rand's sanity is in question. Cause in this fic, Lews Therrin survived, frozen for 3000 years in a hyberthermal sleep. AU.

A/N Just so you know, a few characters are OOC in that they act like normal young 20 year olds. They do not always have the weight of the world on their shoulders, ya know.

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Lewis Theodore Telsa-Yon, or Lewis Terry as most people called him, was very displeased at the head of his Counter Terrorist Unit. His emerald eyes, normally a mask against any feeling, showed extreme anger at one of the few agents who outranked him. Lewis Terry, being the head of the US Special Electronics, Destruction, Antiterrorism and Intelligence (US SEDAI), a crack group of America's most powerful telekinetics which fought terrorists the hardest. Telekinesis was still new to the world, the first traits popping up around the 1990s, but became truly powerful in the early 21st century. Being still a minority, there were several thousand US SEDAI operatives, both men and women. There top 100 operatives held a great amount of respect, and formed, eventually, into one group, nick-named the 100 Companions. Lewis Terry was their leader, albeit 25 being a bit young to be a General. The official title was General-Secretary of the US SEDAI. Everyone called it the Emerald Seat, though, because his formal chair was emerald green, the color of beret that the US SEDAI wore. The beret held both the US flag and the US SEDAI logo, a Yin and Yang symbol, without the dots. His superior, however, didn't care that he sat in the "Emerald Seat".

"Lewis," his bewildered boss, Mr. Anderson, said in a thick New York accent, "you'd think I was murdering children, locking up this Shai'Tan character in that desert island, what was its, name, Shay O'Ghul! How can he escape, being put into hypothermal metabolic sleep? We even made those inhibitors for his power that you asked for!"

"I told you, boss, it won't be enough," said Lewis, "As long as Shai'Tan lives, he is a threat to all of us." Lewis Terry knew how much of a threat the terrorist leader was. He saw him manipulate his former girlfriend to the point where she renounced her name and took up "Lanfear." This powerful telekinetic took forever to track down, and many lives to overwhelm his 13 psionic companions, Lanfear included, and a group of genetically altered beasts which could only take one name, Trolls. And now, his boss was leaving the Chinese terrorist leader liable to be "liberated" by some other Chinese radical. "Well," Lewis Terry muttered, "at least we're not going to implement Project Destini. That thing could quite literally break the world."

"Uh yeah, about Project Destini, well, it's a funny thing..." His boss was very nervous. Lewis was on their side, but Telekinesis was very dependant on one's inner feelings, anger or otherwise. Anger usually caused the most destruction, followed by jealousy and hatred. Lewis was calm on the outside, but on the inside, this news would just piss him off.

"Yes, sir?" Lewis asked, praying that his boss wasn't going to tell him what he thought he would tell him.

"Well... the government that decided 2 things. First, we want you to go into Hypothermal Metabolic Sleep, you know, HMS, for a while. Do not ask me why, when I asked, they said it was a precaution. Against what, I do not know. Possibly they want you to be preserved if the human race reverts back to medieval technology. You do have many degrees in science and technology, you know.

"Second is that... well Project Destini is being implemented" after saying this, the man hid under his desk to protect himself.

Lewis Terry's eye just twitched. Rage began to build under his skin, and the lights began to flicker. He calmed himself down by saying that it was only a cruel joke. He looked at his boss, and saw no lies in his eyes. Realizing that it was the truth, he said but one thing. "Take me to the Cryogenics Lab. This is one precaution that is gonna be needed."

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Computer Log: Historical and Geographical Events

2 years after HMS, Project Destini suffers a misfire. Continents shift dramatically: Mountain rises over The Lab.

No Major Historical Events Follow until HMS ends, save for the micro awakening of Terrorist leader Shai'Tan, allowing him to use telekinesis to free his allies. They are unable to free him. Small wars between small nations occur periodically. Telekinesis becomes synonymous with Magic.

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Lewis woke up with a painful headache, as if he had been hit on his head with a wrecking ball. He looked at his watch. It was dead, which alerted him to something strange occurring. His watch was one of those new ones that powered themselves on his motion. As his memory returned, he chuckled at himself. He hadn't moved for the last 3000 years, so his watched, naturally died. Once he started to stretch, it came alive, and self corrected itself using the GPS microchip inside of it. It was 17:45, according to his digital military timed watch. His brain wasn't working that well, so he switched it to normal. 5:45 pm, his watch read.

He picked up his numerous supplies, a GI self setting and collapsing tent, one of the new Space Alterers which held 5000L in a 1L bottle, condensed traveling food, which was surprisingly similar to the lembas bread imagined by Tolkien, except "meals" were quarters of the square, and quite a few weapons, including a energy blaster, a standard issue M60, and a fighting knife. The 2 guns had the new Unlimited Logistics Device. Anyone with a ULD could plug away. The ammo was virtually infinite. A billion shots would take a while to shoot, and the device replenished itself. All in all, he was very well equipped, though VERY low tech for the year 5010. Or so he thought. He put on his US SEDAI beret, hoping that the organization still existed, exited the cave that was the Cryogenics Lab, and shot off a flare, hoping someone from the city would get into their car/shuttle/hovercraft, or whatever they used, and come check it out. He began his slow descent down the peak that rose around the lab. It was called Dragonmount.

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Egwene, trapped in her cell in the White Tower, reduced to novice hood, looked out her window. She saw an arc of fire ascend from close to the peak of Dragonmount. It exploded in a bright flash. While not eager to help the current Amyrlin Seat, she had to report this. It could be a sign, or a fulfillment of the prophecy. She ran down the corridor, and into The Amyrlin Seat's office. She curtsied, knowing that she would get reprimanded if she didn't, and rushed on to what she was saying.

"Mother, an arc of fire erupted on Dragonmount," Egwene said with haste, "I thought you ought to know, in case it was important."

"Thank you for telling me, Daughter," she said with a bit of acidity in her voice, "but I already found out. Did you think that you were the only person with eyes?"

Egwene looked down, "No, Mother, I do not. I simply wished to tell you incase you were not told already." She tried to remain as polite as possible, so she would not have to be reprimanded.

"I thank you for your concern, Daughter," said the woman, again her voice slightly acidic and mocking, "You may go now."

Egwene, embarrassed by the incident, quickly curtsied once more, and ran down the hall, back to her apartments. She should have known that that woman already knew about it. Being done with her instructions for today, she retired for the night, resting for the next day's ordeals.

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The trip down was uneventful for Lewis Terry. The mountain was almost purely rock, and while steep, he had a piece of technology that hooked on to his belt that made sheer cliffs an easy, and relaxing, decent. It was when he finally made it to the bottom where things were interesting. He could now fully see the city, and saw the Washing Monument, which had been the US SEDAI, headquarters. The city was fairly large but it was on an Island in the middle of a river. It was probably a geographic change only, he thought, the Potomac must have changed course, and the US SEDAI's families lived in the city. He took out something from his pack. It was a solar powered ATV, one that used recently, well anciently in comparison to the year, developed Black Out Solar Absorption Technology. BOSAT using items, especially cars, were on the rise in 2010. He could imagine them being in a museum now, in 5010. He enlarged the ATV, using a similar space distortion technology that his water bottle used. He hoped on, and rode towards the city.

He was coming up to it, when he noticed walls around it. Maybe some of the Trolls Shai'Tan created were still roaming the land, and no one bothered to exterminate them. With those on the loose, even small towns would need protection. A man riding a HORSE of all things came up to see him. He looked surprised as he saw the ATV, probably wondering why he was driving such a primitive thing. The "horse" he rode was probably a Biotech cyborg horse that could break the land Sound Barrier. Lewis got off and shrunk the thing to small size, and put it into his bag. This got a wide eye again from the guard. In fact, the guard, looking to be bearing star wars like armor began to take something out of the scabbard. It was probably a sword that fired positrons, and was laser edged to cut through anything. He thought differently when he saw the beret on Lewis's head, and said, "Come with me, sir. We have to take you to the Aes Sedai."

Lewis said "Ok, sir." and followed the man toward the Washington Monument. He wondered why the acronym changed, but realized that Earth was probably unified, and the AES that he thought to have heard meant "All Earthen States." There was probably an All Martian States and an All Centauren States, too. They took a winding road throughout the city, for some reason the guard wanted to confuse him, or so it seemed. They ended up at the gates, probably ceremonial, they were on hinges. But so were the doors in the tower. Maybe one of the practices was to open the doors with telekinesis. He decided not to, incase the guard would be freaked out by him.

"Warders, take him to the Amyrlin Seat." The two men the guard was addressing stood up, and motioned him to follow them. They had an air about them that said "no funny business." He followed unhesitant. when they entered the building he saw the good old light bulbs glowing slightly brighter. They were probably more efficient than those he was used to, too. His curiosity about what new technology, how they developed the Cyborg Horses, and more, was filling him. But he decided to keep it in until he met the Head Honcho. He saw a bunch of women, the ones in white humble; those in black and other colors looked down their noses at everyone they met. The AES SEDAI came to 2 classes; warders were the men, while the women's egos were about twice the size of the earth each. That wasn't a good sign. The men were clearly more disciplined. He would have slapped a few of these little girls around using Telekinesis to deflate their high opinions of themselves. He admired the Warders' patience.

They reached the top of the enlarged monument, and came to a room he remembered quite well. It was his old office, without a computer, but they probably had computers on the desks, possibly holographic screens. He couldn't wait to see what. There were many women in the room, one in a red seat, one in a brown, one white, one yellow, one green, and one gray. A blue seat was there, but no one sat on it. The woman sitting on the Emerald Seat, Amyrlin was probably a lingual distortion of the word, 3000 years after his cold sleep, the Language remained strikingly similar to his language; she had an air of self worship about her. And from her glare at him, she didn't like him either.

She addressed the room, in a somewhat woody speech, as if she said it often, "Aes Sedai, we know the story. 3000 years ago, The Dark One and his trollocs..."

Trolls, thought Lewis, as he recalled Shai'Tan's self given Code Name, The Dark One.

"...ravaged the land and nearly destroyed the entire world."

Not true, he thought, he was a nuisance who nearly got an antimatter bomb. He did cause the US SEDAI some pain though.

"Lews Therin Telamon and his band of The Hundred Companions were able to imprison him."

Lewis noticed that his name was distorted over the years, but he was surprised that he and his deeds were remembered in somewhere other than the history books.

"However, they were unable to do so without a price. The Dark One, before being imprisoned, put a taint upon the male use of the one power. No male can use touch the True Source now without going mad."

Lewis was confused by this statement. He didn't feel a taint when he used telekinesis. What was with this True Source thing anyway? Telekinesis is an art of mind over matter, and therefore power comes from within.

"The insane Male Aes Sedai then broke the Earth, causing a continental shift, and the reversion to more primitive weapons; some even were forced to use stone."

Lewis Thrice Damned the US government. He damned them for using Project Destini in the first place. He damned them for blaming it on the male US SEDAI, and creating the myth of the taint. The thing was, in Telekinesis, something only affects you if you believe it does. Half of the telekinetics would go mad and sow destruction because of it. He finally damned them for putting him in cold sleep. He could've stopped Destini, and saved the lives that were lost.

"So now, when we find a male user of the One Power, we must gentle him, unless he is Lewis Therin Telamon's rebirth, who already exists, and is trying to unify the land in preparation for the final battle. What is your name, sir, so we can put you on our records?" Her eyes glowed. Clearly she enjoyed doing this. He never thought he'd meet an anti male sexist who was taken seriously.

"Well, if you must know, I am," He wondered whether to give a fake name or not. He chose the latter. "Brigadier General Lewis Theodore Telsa-Yon. Apparently I am the former commandant of the US SEDAI. Ma'am, if you wouldn't mind any criticism..."

"I will not suffer criticism from a man. They are the inferior gender, as proven by the madness that overtakes them when they channel the One Power." The Amyrlin Seat said this like a statement of common knowledge.

"Someone's got an over inflated opinion of themselves," muttered Lewis. Speaking up he said, "Did you fail to hear your own story, ma'am? You said The Dark One targeted the male Aes Sedai to turn mad. Your logic therefore is flawed due to the fact that your 'Dark One' feared the male half of the Aes Sedai more than the female half. Logically, this would prove that women are the inferior sex. I however, know that your entire story is a pack of lies. Lewis Theodore Telsa-Yon. My friends used Terry as a nick name. Lews Therin. Lewis Terry. Telamon. Telsa-Yon. See any similarities?"

She looked at him with an expression of both horror and disbelief at once. "It is time to gentle him," she said calmly, "His madness has over taken him. He may keep his possessions after the gentling, as is custom. It is time to begin the process." She and the other women formed a circle around him they closed their eyes. Lewis just sat in his chair with a bemused expression upon his face, Their hands started glowing, and a beam of light hit him. As a glowing ring of light tightened around him. he realized that this was a group of scared and under trained girls. as the light passed through him he began to feel depressed. The thought of seeing the look on their face when he used telekinesis again cheered him up a bunch though.

The light ended, and the process was over. Lewis still had the bemused smile on his face, but he tried to look depressed. "Take him down to the warder training area. Like all gentled men and stilled women, he needs to find an obsession with which to hang on to life for." Lewis rolled his eyes at this statement. Escorted by a group of pitying Warders, he went down to his first day of warder training.