The entire fusion pit was a mess of machine parts and incinerated metal. A fuison pit that was created for the purpose of providing mining substance to corporations that would help the military to save lives had become a place of carnage in one instant. Standing in the exact center of the pit that was now a burnt, scorched crater, were two men in environmental suits. One stood holding a folded piece of equipment watching the other who crouched below him. The other man was intently studying what seemed to be the body of a child. Extremely out of place in the middle of chaos and destruction, the child was untouched in every way. His face showed incomprehensible peace. "Remarkable!" The crouching man whispered in awe. "I've never...hey, Manny, can you hear me over comm?"
"Yeah, I can hear you. What so remarkable?...He's...He's not alive is he?" Manny replied.
"Yeah, Manny, he's alive...I've never in all my years seen anything like it. The kid was involved in a massive fusion explosion. There's no way he could survive this. What was he doing here anyway?
"I don't know! Don't look at me as if I got all the answers, Jory!"
Jory sighed in exasperation at his collegue. "Goodness sake, Manny, you're so moody. Just get him on the stretcher."

Electron volts...volts and volts...they course through...they power, give energy...pure energy, living...still coursing...fueling me...giving strength...a flash of white and blue and yellow...all in the mix of heat and color...something bursting out of it's temporary cage...it lives in me...fueling, giving power...it's fast...too fast...something breaking from my hold...something...something is finally free.

Netran Koral's heart was till beating. Doctor Reamese stood over him in silence, watching his pulse monitor, still amazed. It was incomprehensible. No one...absolutely no one could survive that. The kid had been part of a huge fusion mining substance explosion. Most in an area of 25 miles would've been incinerated with a blast as big as it was then. But this boy...this Netran Koral was not even injured. He was...perfectly fine, as far as the doctor could tell. The only thing that was bothering him was his pulse rate. It was exceptionally slow. The doctor glanced at Netran's face for a moment, then looked back at the monitor. It was slow and slowing further by the second. He didn't understand it. Even with this pulse, the boy's brain functions had been perfectly functioning as far as the doctors instruments and equipment could tell. He should've been up, walking, running and talking with the kind of brain signals his body was supposed to be receiving. But even as the nurses attempted to wake him up in every manner they were aware of, his pulse rate had slowed. And slowed. The doctor watched in horror, as the pulse slowed to almost nothing...he couldn't do anything about it. It slowed...and slowed...and then it was gone.