"The more extensive a man's knowledge of what has been done, the greater will be his power of knowing what to do." - (Benjamin Disraeli)

A loud knocking awakens you, which is followed by an excited voice telling you to wake up. "Come on Declan, its take your kid to work day!", your dad exclaimed in excitement. Your dad has been dying for a chance to show you the lab he works in, a sub-division of the Star-Labs in Metropolis. It was a good size of a building, right here in Blue Valley, Nebraska.

As you rise from your bed, you see your room decorated in the typical fashion of a 8-year-old. Articles of celebrities taped to the wall, and toys and books here or there. You put on red and black sneakers, blue jeans, a white t-shirt with a Vegas style '7' on it, and a blue hoodie. Your room reflected you in a way, not very organized as you weren't very smart. Little did you know, that on this day that would change.

On the way there, your dad talked about an engineering friend of his. A man named Pat Dugan, and his young stepdaughter; Courtney Whitmore, about your age. You have met Courtney before, and you both seemed to get along fine. As you approach the lab, your dad started going on about his project; a high-voltage generator.

"I keep telling them that its a bad idea, to keep my generator so close to all my chemical work. But my boss said that our building is pressed for space, until we expand the building. So I make sure that it's all the way off, when I'm doing chemical work", Dad explained as he parked the car. As he led you inside, who else did you both bump into but Pat and Courtney.

Dad dressed in average scientist attire, khakis and all. Pat was dressed almost like a janitor, but carried tools and wore protective gear. Courtney wore white and lavender sneakers, and black jeans with a simple belt. She is also wearing a long sleeve white shirt that says 'Simon and Garfunkel', and a black jean jacket.

Courtney looked at you and smiled, before smirking evilly. "I knew we'd get here first", she told Pat who smiled at her. "Well we lost the bet, so it looks like we buy the pizza; eh son?", dad said looking at you. "Looks like it", you agreed. Courtney is known to be competitive, so she suggested a bet on who would arrive first.

15 Minutes later

"Now everyone, if I may have the tours attention. I present my high-voltage generator; this baby in the current model can hold enough electricity to power the entire US for, well I don't know", your dad said sheepishly. The crowd laughed for a moment, before dad proceeded to talk about potential benefits for the generator. But while your dad was explaining the generator, you were standing next to his table of chemicals; dad's assistant Burt was monitoring the generator energy on a screen in the next room, but stepped out for coffee. Bad idea.

As soon as he left, the data showed large fluctuations for surpluses of energy. Soon following were the words 'Danger: Containment Failure.' At that time the generator began smoke, and the crowd noticed. "Excuse me, but should it be smoking", a lady asked your father. Your dad looked at the generator, and reached into his pocket for a phone. He swiftly withdrew it, and went to his contacts. "Ladies and gentlemen, keep your distance as I try to diffuse the situation", dad said as he tried to call Burt.

"Burt where are you?", your father asked the man. "I was just getting coffee, I'm at the office- Oh my god! Evacuate the room!", he said. "Everybody exit in a calm orderly fashion", your dad said. If only they panicked, maybe you would have heard it. Right now you're listening to an iPod, while they are locking down the lab.

"Pat, why are these alarms going off?!", Courtney asked her stepdad as they ran through the compound. "Something happened in there", Pat said as they saw the civilian crowd outside the lab. "Let me go, please! For Gods sake, Declan is still in there!", a frantic voice begged. "Kurt; what happened?", Pat asked as he grabbed his friend. "The generator is overloading, and Declan's inside! But security won't let me in to get him", Kurt said. "Bang on the glass", Courtney suggested. "No good; its soundproof, and he's jamming on his iPod", Kurt said.

BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

"Oh sweet ever-merciful Christ. Declan!", Kurt called out. Courtney couldn't believe it, her friend was caught in a deadly blast.

Moments earlier...

You were jamming out to Ozzy Osbourne, while you waited for dad by his chemicals. You noticed all your arm hairs sticking up, most likely from the generator. As Ozzy got over, 'Kickstart my heart' started playing. You moved around the table, almost facing the generator now. 'This is a pretty long tour', you think as you remove your headphones. You see all sorts of sparks covering the generator, prompting you to back into the chemical table.

Just then, the generator exploded. The blast sent dozens of large bolts of electricity at you, shattering containers and dousing you in chemicals while you're electrocuted.

After all the chaos died out, Kurt manged to finally force his way into the lab. Grabbing a pair of rubber gloves, he immediately went to work checking you over.

1 week later

You slowly became aware of two voices, neither one felt familiar. "...been in a coma for nearly a full week. I'm tempted to give up on the kid, but his folks won't have it", the voice said. You opened your eyes, to see a nurse and a doctor on a cellphone. "I am firmly confident doctor, that your current cellular phone conversation is in direct violation of the doctor/patient confidentiality clause in your employment contract", you tell him.

The doctor hangs up the phone and walks over to you, giving you assistance in sitting up straight as the nurse leaves. "Do you realize how lucky you are?", the doctor asked you; you give him a look. "I mean besides being alive, you seem to have powers now. Your brain scans show higher functioning than many college professors, and you 3rd degree electric and chemical burns healed within two days; not even signs of scarring were left behind. Star labs actually wants to run a few test, just to see the limits of your healing and intelligence", the doctor said.

Something tells me my life is about to change drastically", you said.