"The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world."
That normally seemed to be the case.
Not here.
A bottle of meds, labeled for "keeping his conscience in check", a pair of glasses, and an iconic crowbar welding masterminded freak of mental and physical strength, a.k.a Dr. Gordon Freeman, M.I.T graduate. You know the story. Or do you?
"Clearly you don't know, Freeman. Clearly your conscience knows something bad will happen, and you choose not to listen to it. But if you don't speak, does your conscience speak?" Is it really a warning, or is it just superstition? Only time will tell, or maybe it won't. Just wake up. Wake up and smell the ashes"
Freeman gasped awake. His conscience had a knack of acting like a dream, warning him of things that could happen, but he dismissed those dreams as nervous rambling in his mind. When you retain as much knowledge every day as he does, things happen to your mind. To him, life's goal was the persuit of knowledge, and he has the awards and certificates to prove he has been fulfilling life's purpose. Every day starts the same. Rubbing his eyes, slapping on a pair of glasses. Showering, putting on clothes and going to work. Mundane for a person of his mental caliber. At least he had something to look forward to. He worked for a company called black Mesa, which was a research facility in New Mexico. Clearly the best, but Black Mesa's competitors were nothing to glance over.
While Gordon made breakfast, he clicked a button on a small control panel on his kitchen counter. Right on the table, a small, bulky TV flipped out. He switched it on and put on the news while eating.
Unfortunately for him, the first thing he saw was an advertisement for Black Mesa's leading competitor, Aperture Science.
"Aperture has done it again. A recent innovation, propulsion gel. Makes you move faster!"
A tall, skinny man wearing a lab coat walked up to the camera.
"The propulsion gel is an orange liquid that drastically improves movement speed and-"
He was cut short by a slightly taller man with a sharp voice. He too was wearing a lab coat, but he clearly wasn't one of the scientists.
"That's right! You heard the idiot. Think of what you could do when you move faster! Walking the dog would be a breeze!"
The TV was so loud Freeman could distinctly hear the sharp voiced man tell the scientist that he was fired for 'talking too long'
"Are those truly your competitors, Freeman? Clearly, they can barely think for themselves." His conscience said. It clearly would be unrelenting today.
Freeman finished his food and began to walk to his workplace. It only took him about 5 minutes for him to reach the iron doors of the Black Mesa grounds. Black Mesa was not just one building, it was multiple buildings, warehouses, testing facilities, chambers, and more. Fortunately, Freeman's favorite part of the day, no matter how childish it seemed, was to relax on the transport that took him from the entrance, past the whole area. He could view it all from the comfort of the system, and it was so interestingly complex that it seemed to be one of the highlights of the doctors day.
(That's it for chapter 1 guys. Let me know what you think. Chapter 2 will be done soon.)