7pm, Sunday, 3/6/2018
Arc Central Public Park, Vindos, the United CTIT (*1)
"Police! Stop what you're doing right now!" A police officer who looked more like a gang member shouted at me with his pistol pointing at my head.
Right into my trap! I grinned as I placed my bottle of bear down on the table and raised both of my hands up.
"You are under arrested! What's your name? Where's your parent? Do you know why you are under arrested?" The obviously annoyed officer cuffed my hands on my back, with quite some forces.
"I have the rights to remain silence." I reminded him, wanting to see how corrupted this cop was.
He then threw a punch at me. "I am the OFFICER here! And you're just some drunken kids who breaks the law! Start talking!"
I looked over to the other officer. Five years ago, a law was added stating that any arrest has to be done with at least two law enforcement officers after the uncle of a friend of the chief's son, Jonson, was beaten to confession of a crime that he didn't do during the arrest and died a day later due to internal bleeding. His family fired a lawsuit against the officer, but since there were no witnesses, the officer got off freely. They then decided to use their relation with the chief, and that's how this strange law was added.
"I invoke Jonson's Right added in 2013." it was another thing that was added after Jonson's death. When the Right was called, the other officer has to stop the current acting officer's action and arrest him, turning the other officer as the acting officer. If it is later proved that the arrested office didn't do anything out of procedure, the invoker will be arrested for abusing special rights. Only light arrests will allow you to call the Right though.
"Foolish, you're definitely under 18. You have no right to invoke it!" Yes, for some 'political' reasons, only legal adults can invoke the right. Now you can understand how badly the corruption is.
"Well, bad luck, for you then. I am indeed a legal adult. My ID card is in my left pocket there."
The corrupted officer stared at me, clearly not believing what I have said earlier. "Don't be kidding, I bet you aren't even eight yet!"
"Hey, the other officer, aren't you suppose to do something after I invoked the Right?"
The other officer finally moved. He grabbed my ID card in my left pocket and study it. "Yep, he is in fact legally an adult. Sorry boss, but I don't want to lose my job. So, release him, or I will use force."
I gave a wink at the officer as he cuffed his corrupted partner. He returned it back.
After that, the officer said. "Well, since you're an adult, we cannot arrest you for underage drinking. Sorry for the inconvenience. You're free to go." He unlocked my handcuffs.
"Thanks, but I would also like to press charge on this officer, for pointing a gun at a minor without special actions being done first."
The now cuffed officer shouted. "Hey! You just said you are a major! You can't press this charge against me!"
"Well, another bad luck, for you again. Here is my MID card." MID card is a card that every person under 18 and above 5 must keep on their body. It states the card owner is a minor and who his legal guardians are.
The United CTIT
MID Card
Card ID – S10204476(0)
Card Holder – Ton Haddock
Date Of Birth – 1/1/2010
First Legal Guardian – Ton Haddock (ID: A10204476(0))
Second Legal Guardian – N/A (ID: N/A)
Card Valid From 1/1/2017 to 1/1/2020
"What. The. Hell." The second officer quickly ran the card id though the channel, and the result came back as 'Valid'.
"How can you be a major and a minor, whose guardian is yourself? That doesn't make any sense!"
11pm, Sunday, 3/6/2018
The Kineya Building, Kingdom Road & Northern Road & Eastern Road & Midnight Street, Vindos, the United CTIT
"Job done. Another three hundred thousand dollars earned." I sighed as I entered my house.
My house, more like a mansion, locates at the most developed part of the Vindos. My only neighbors are the president and the royalty of CTIT. It takes over 300 metre by 230 metre of lands. So, after some calculation, the land itself already cost well over 2 billion dollars. Adding in the buildings, the entire property value was estimated to be 5.8 billion dollars. And note the 'was' there. That was ten years ago, and ten years ago, there were not a single building with over five levels. Now? Everywhere you look can see a wall of skyscrapers.
If I remember correctly, the official estimation of the property value in the record is written as 'Uncountable'. Luckily, since I am a minor, I don't have to pay the tax, including the property tax. Though I sometimes do wonder, how will they calculate the amount of the tax when even the official record doesn't have a property value? I sure hope that they will say 'just forget it'.
The mansion was originally built for the king (who lasted for a record-short time), but after the civil war, my father brought it. (Don't ask me where he got the money. I have no idea) Later, when the new royalty moved in, we were the only families in a kilometre who didn't have to move. Why? I'll explain later.
"Home sweet home. I'm back!" I said to no one.
You see, not even a year after I was born, my mother died in a crossfire during the civil war. My father? He died from an accident in his lab two years ago. All of the family estate was then passed to me, including this house. My grandfather or grandmother? They disappeared into thin air when I was four. I also have absolutely no other relatives in contact whatsoever.
Why did the government not list me as an orphan to get my family estate? It is because of my father.
How am I seemingly above the laws? (Which is actually true. You'll see later.) It is because of my father.
Why did the government or the royalty not take back the land? It is because of my father.
Who is my father then? Well, to be honest, I'm never quite sure who he is.
My father's name is Thunder Haddock. (Strange name, I know.) His job? The head of the secret world organization GoE (stands for Government of Earth), which had somehow get over two-hundred countries under their palms.
No one knows that Thunder Haddock is the head of the GoE except me, not even in the ranks. For the GoE members, he is Night, and I am Blank.
Don't ask me how he get two-hundred countries under his control. Some rumors in the ranks said that Night has invented something very powerful, that could ether destroy or create a planet in one click. Do I believe it? Not originally, but after stepping into his lab (and definitely didn't run like a wild cat out of the lab because a drop of water fell on my head), I cannot say no anymore.
I made a decent dinner for myself. Then, remembering to take my fake leg off, I took a bath.
Oh? Did I not tell you that I don't have a left leg? I'm sorry.
I was born without a left leg. My father tried to attach a Nerve-Controlled Robotic Artificial Enhanced Leg, or NCRAEL for the short form. However, it leads to the discovery that I don't even have a nerve system. It is a miracle that I can move, at all.
When I am four years old, for some reason, my father thought it was a good idea to release this information to the doctors. What did the doctors do next? They ran me though every scan they could do without major side-effects, seventy-two times, each.
And my medical record still has this line – Haven't a clue.
The scans dug something else up too. It seems that 90% of my brain is very active. Phycology tests also indicate that many mental disorders, and by many, I mean, according to DSM-5 (*2), I am now a certified owner of 84 mental disorders.
Huh, but I feel sane though. I don't seem to be that different from the others.
Then why? After asking other phycologists who aren't in the 'Tron Circle' (created by three phycologist teams. At its peak, The Circle have one-thousand and twenty members, all focused on me), it seems that at least 80 of them is so common that they can't really be counted as a disorder.
There are in fact a few that is serious though. One of them is Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), commonly known as multiple personality disorder. Strange since I have never encountered any traumas or abuse, but who knows.
I am also so popular in the medical field that a new technical term is added – tronstery, combination of my name, Tron, and mystery. What does that word mean? After reading the two-pages full of the definition of the word in the Wiktionary, I have one conclusion. It is basically a more technical term of 'what the hell is happening here'.
My father finally realized that I was a bad idea releasing my medical information when I am seven. Under my father's order, all of the medical researches and medical reports related to me were sealed. The 'Tron Circle' was also disbanded. However, the word, tronstery is still here. I have even seen it in use in some of the recent research papers.
After the shower, I entered my bedroom.
The bedroom's design is quite strange, because of my Dissociative Identity Disorder. It is a big U-shaped room with the door in the bottom.
The room is clearly separated in half. There is a double-king-sized custom-made bed in the middle of the room, with a movable panel cutting the bed in half. The room is mirrored, except that the color and design of both side is completely different.
The left side of the room is in ancient style, with everything covered with wood. The floor is covered with redwood plank, the celling is covered with rosewood plank, and the wall is covered with oak plank. Nothing much to say other than that, except that there is a big slab of marble in one of the corner.
The right side of the room is in futuristic style, with everything covered with Aeroplates, made with carbon nanotube reinforced aerogel on the surface layer and a brand-new material created in my father's lab. It is stronger then nanotube, and it changes its color according to the magnetic field.
I have no idea how to make this Aeroplate. Then how did I customize the room? With a single press of a button, the machine in the lab that have a name tag with this text written on it – CQPFDRCD + QPFCSM + QSEM + MECPSU(A) (*3) will print out a stack of Aeroplates. Good luck remembering the full name of the machine. I'm just gonna call it The Magical Printer (TMP).
Checking my mental state, I declared I was more 'future me' in that moment. Therefore, I changed the Aeroplate from gray into warm blue and moved into the modern side of the room.
What happen if I am in the wrong side of the room? Well, if I am awake, nothing much will happen at first. But staying for an hour will make me starting to feel nervous. Two hours, and I will become frightened. Three hours, and I will start to panic. Never got pass three hours though, so I'm not sure what will happen. However, if I am sleeping, I will wake up instantly.
If I am in the right side of the room though, I will become much more efficient at doing anything. Normally, it takes me about twelve hours of sleep in a normal hotel room to become fully energized after a normal day, but it only takes me about eight hours of sleep when I am in this specialized room. That's why I customized my bedroom to be this way.
Then, I started to work on my holiday homework. Yes, I do need to go to school. Well, not going to school is not illegal for me, but I think learning is quite important for a child like me, even though I did not enjoy it, at all.
The problem is the bullies. Not having a single relative to defend you and also being the weirdo without a leg attracts bullies like honey attracts bees. There isn't a single school day which I didn't end up in the school infirmary.
Yes, I can fire lawsuits against them, and I did once in the month after my father's death. The result? Ended up in the King Zitalith Hospital for two months because of broken ribs. Sometimes, staying quiet is necessary.
At midnight, I had already finished one-quarter of the homework. It was not hard, but annoying. After that, checking my mental state again and making sure I'm still more 'future me', I pulled the panel outwards to block out the view of the 'ancient' side of my room and fell asleep.
One more week before the summer holiday. Let just hope that things will go my way…
I got much more than I have ever hoped.
(^1) – the United CTIT (pronounce as 'sit') is a factional island country in the south of Greenland. I will use the state of Maine as reference to the CTIT's climate. The size of CTIT is about half the size of Iceland, but their political power is a bit lower then Japan. It is also a well-developed country with Vindos as the capital. The country's history will be explained in the later chapter. (Or more like I haven't thought of that yet.)
(^2) – Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition
(^3) - Cubic Quantum Particle Field Disforming and Reforming Construction Device,
with Quantum Particle Field Compression and Stabilization Module,
Quantum Space Enlargement Module,
Time Disorientation Module,
and Matter to Energy Conversion Power Supply Unit (Type A)
A/N: Well, for most of you, I think this chapter is where you clicked off most likely. (I don't blame you)
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