I’ve been sitting in a concrete, steel reinforced room with three two-way mirrors and a twelve inch thick titanium door since the turn of the Millennium.  My prison has 238 digital micro cameras that let my keepers watch and record every single movement I make.  Well, every movement the cameras are able to see and record.  Truth be told, the normal human eye has no chance of ever catching my every gesture.

            You see, there is an unbelievable world under the everyday façade that you wander around in.  That’s my world, the one you are oblivious to.  Not that the world you are living in now isn’t the real world.  By all means, it is.  Your world is the only reason mine exists. 

            My 21^st birthday was the pinnacle.  By pinnacle I mean just how self-aware I came to just how different I was from everyone else.  Brutally, the world was flipped upside down and has never been nor will it ever be the same again.  Not for me and a few others, that is. 

            There is a lot of time to think about things.  Years have passed and even though I’m stuck in this cell my learning has increased.  I’m forever in the world training myself and moving even though no one notices me come and go as I please.  In fact, it would have been impossible to learn as much if I hadn’t been cooped up in this depressingly gray tiny little room.

            Even now I’m sitting here telling this story to just one of the 238 digital cameras as it writes using a little needle etching it onto a steel cylindrical disk or, to make it simple, a hard drive dedicated to this single camera.  The real question to ask is which story or past am I telling?  Is it the me in this room now or the me from before or the me in the future.  I’ve come back to this place in order to tell my complicated story.  I’m talking to the single camera and 237 cameras and 16 people on the other side of the mirrors only see me crossed legged in a room with no movement from my body except the slightest heaving of my chest.

            Every single day they, they being the keepers of the keys, come in and perform numerous tests on me.  Some are the same each day and some are new or at least variations on previous test.  I like to keep them guessing so I’ll occasionally miss something here and there or change my psychological test answers from one to the next.  It does amuse me.

            It has taken me years to get control of my abilities.  Though none of the people walking around this building know it, I now have the ability to tear down any of the walls or doors around me.  Turning the metal into Jell-O would take the blink of an eye.  It would be easy enough to just move so fast they could never see me.  Burning deep inside of me is a tiny spark of revenge that I work at each day to keep at bay.  Images and thoughts of tearing down every floor has had an unfortunate feeling of euphoria. 

            Now I’m just getting off subject. 

            Sitting in this compact space preparing for what is coming, I wait for the moment when it’s time for me to leave these confines.  A moment to hear her delicately tranquil voice coming through the echoing reaches beyond this room, persistently urging me to come to her.

            Remembering how it all started is important to keep me grounded.  I wasn’t born this way.  I didn’t wake up this way.  It happened so quickly and at the same time it was so slow that it took forever.

            It simply started when my hand went through a wall, a wall across the room.  At least that was the moment my mind fused with it and we became one.  At that moment your world didn’t exist to me anymore.