The Heavy Weight of the Grass
By River Shields
My name is Number One, which is because I am the first; I am the first and the only one. No one knows about me besides the makers of the Serum. I am not supposed to be known about for if I was I would be immediately terminated. The year is 3120 in the midst of World War Five. The last World War was won by America. To get a long story short we threatened Russia and China with nuclear weapons; we said that we would fire the missiles and if the two countries surrendered we would terminate the missiles in midair. Our country had no interest in firing nuclear missiles so they shot off missiles that in all senses would look and act like a nuclear missiles. Midair Russia and China surrendered and we blew up the fake missile and we had won. But this world war is a different story completely. America is in a losing battle everywhere. But enough with the history lesson.
Many years ago before the Fifth World War scientists were in their lab coats experimenting with the Serum. The Serum is a chemical that is supposed to boost a persons muscle strength, running speed, thinking ability, balance, swimming abilities, you name it its in the serum. Once the Serum was finished they tested it on living people, most of these people lived around 12 hours before every muscle in their body got so big that their body just couldn’t handle it and they exploded. I have heard of this type of thing happening in the year 2007, a man named Greg Valentino he took steroids, the original and completely unsafe version of the Serum. It took around two more years for the scientists to develop me; they figured that if my body could develop with my muscles I could handle it. So the solution was to inject me with the Serum before I was born the scientists decided it was 50/50 for my survival. They wanted to inject a pregnant human but they knew that it would be impossible to inject the baby without injecting, and killing the mother first.
The government already knew how to clone and although it was illegal they were powerful enough to do it anyways after little thought they decided to clone me. They took DNA from every American Olympics team member and started to mix it all together. From then on I felt as though these athletes were part of me, I was honored to have a part of every great athlete inside of me pushing me to do greater things. 9 months later I was ready to be born, the scientists merely opened up the top of the artificial womb and pulled me out as if I was a fish being taken out of an aquarium. Now here I am 14 years later training for the Olympics. The Olympics is the reason I am here, the reason I have been training all these years, the reason for all the scientists hard work. America has to gain its international relations back especially during this World War. The government decided the best way to do that was to win the Olympics, that’s why they designed me. I am the strongest, the smartest, and the fastest person that ever existed on this Earth.
Today is the first day of the Olympics; the walk of nations is a nervous and sad event, for all players know that there is a different battle between them then just the battle of baseball. After all of the ceremonial events are completed we get a good nights sleep. We wake up bright and early tomorrow morning and begin the sports. I win everything with ease, vaulting, Archery, Swimming, Diving they all go down without me even having to catch my breath. My muscles and mind have been designed to never feel tired. My favorite sport was diving, the magical feeling of air passing along my body and then suddenly, abruptly, I felt not air but water. They day wore on slowly I felt no pity for the other players and I regretted the games where I had to purposely lose to make the other teams think that I was not a cheating clone but just a incredible athlete. I looked up at the scientists who had raised me who had been my parents and my friends through my whole life. I happily completed the last game of the day before finally retiring. I have already won 6 gold medals and am going for a seventh. This same routine goes on every day for three days I have one 15 gold medals by myself.
On the fourth day we have another vaulting match, I pick the longest vaulting stick I can find, knowing that I could easily clear over the stand. All my other competitors barely make it. I smile to the crowd, take my run, push up into the air, when I feel something strange at the top most height of my pole I lose something its as if the strength inside of my has gone away and I just can’t push the pole the right way. I feel the pole falling out from under me. I am in the air flailing as I fall to the ground. I hit the grass hard losing my breath. The medics attend to me and find that I am not seriously hurt, no big surprise I was designed to be indestructible. But still as I stood on that stand wearing a bronze metal something in side of me was destroyed. I jumped off the stand into the field and feeling frustrated grabbed a handful of grass. I looked into the audience and saw the scientists that had raised me looking down at me disapprovingly. I sighed and walked off the field heading toward the players rooms. I was walking down the corridor when I felt something incredibly heavy in my hand. Surprised I dropped it immediately. I watched in horror as a handful of grass floated to the ground. I stood astonished for a moment before trying to pick up the grass. I stood struggling as I felt the heavy weight of the grass in my hand.
I dropped the grass again, this had to be some trick, something a tired bodies' mind would make up to make you feel more tired than you actually are. I hurried to my room and struggling slid my entry card into my hotel door the weight of the card seemed impossible to carry but somehow I made it into my room. I ran to the bathroom and tried to lift the handle on the faucet but I couldn’t. Weeping I ran to my bed and lay on it. With my last amount of strength I lifted the TV remote and switched on some low budget soap opera. I turned it on loud trying to drain out the terrible feeling I had in my gut. I fell asleep saying to myself, “It will all be better tomorrow, it will all be better tomorrow”.
When I woke up I was being held down by cement, I panicked thinking that I was kidnapped and in a strange prison. But then tilting my head forward I saw that all that was holding me down was my sheets. I was so weak I couldn’t even lift my sheets. Tying hard I rolled over and over again until I fell off the bed onto the floor. Luckily I turned in midair and landed sitting down otherwise I would have never gotten up. I stood up, my legs felt like they were breaking under the weight of my body. I walked shakily over to my mirror and tried to make a muscle with my fist, I saw nothing. Then I noticed something strange, I thought I saw a small bald spot in my hair. I ran my fingers through my hair trying to find it, and watched in horror as every hair on my head came raining down. I let out I high-pitched scream and fell to the floor, a minute later some medics came running into my room. Happy t o know someone could take care of me I closed my eyes and everything went black.
I woke up on a stretcher flying through whitewashed corridors. I glanced to my side and saw my reflection in a window. I looked sad, shriveled, and dying, I wanted to cry but it took too much out of me. I was rushed into a hospital room where doctors and scientists conversed over me. I was too weak and brain dead to here all the were saying but I heard some words: “Aftereffects...Serum...No...Yes... No Idea”, “Number 2’s...process...completed...soon”. As I died I thought in horror that I was not the only one. The government had made more of me. I was only the first.
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