Author's Notes: Getting back in touch with my childhood has never been crazier. There's a FC I've got to work with, AU ideas, and...well, this. Scary thought, but still, I decided to put it down. If my foray into this gets positive notes, I may just continue work with "Code Lyoko".
Disclaimer: Code Lyoko is by Thomas Romain and Tania Palumbo
Jeremie Belpois was a young genius with blond hair and black rimmed glasses. Both his eyes were a different color: one blue, one hazel. He commonly wore blue clothing and was working on a computer or inventions in his spare time. He was at Kadic Academy due to his smarts at twelve years...but he was distant and seemed cold to everyone.
That couldn't be helped...solitude was sometimes needed for the genius.
One day, he went to look for spare parts for his inventions at an abandoned factory. What he discovered was that the elevator inside of it was working. Going down, he found a computer, a sort of Hub for something. Studying it revealed that there could be a hidden treasure inside the mainframe of it.
Heading down to the bottom floor, he approached an area where a large Supercomputer was housed. The area was cold, most likely not having been used for years. The hatch on the floor opened up after a moment of investigation and out came the large, quantum Supercomputer. Approaching the control panel, he reached for the key hidden in it.
He stopped when something came into his mind. What if what he was about to activate was something that could cost him his life? And the computer could be dead from age as well, so he considered. If he unleashed something that could destroy the world, he would be blamed for it.
Turning back, he left the Supercomputer off.
Jeremie Belpois grew up to be a refined professor at a University, teaching computer classes to promising intellects. He had a good job and could pay the rent, no problem. An assured professional future was what his parents told him about his career choice.
From time to time, however, the blond felt lonely.
He thought that absorbing himself into his work would get those blues out of there, but his mind went back to the abandoned factory in his younger years. What would have happened if he had pulled the switch back then? Would it have meant a change? Or would things stay the same as it ever was?
The man put those thoughts in the back of his head and went back to work.
As they said, there was no time like the present.
