On Earth in the heart of Texas lays a young man. Living in Texas is a huge diversity, mixed cultures from American folks to Asians to Africans to Hispanics. So forth. The weather is almost certain to be random in Texas, ranging from dark gray clouds that looks like it's about to rain then suddenly it turns bright and sunny. It is a state that thrives on hamburgers, pizzas, all things America and Western. The politics of America have gone from bad to worse as the days passed by every second. Having to see and watch President Donald Trump doing his part to keep America's safe and cutting down on illegal immigrants and drug traffickers often put down a lot of Americans. Leaning towards hating Trump and his loyal administration. The sensitive majority of the Americans mostly the Hispanics expressed strong hatred against Trump due to his thoughts on constructing the wall. And such racial discriminatory acts have now stirred the world into chaos. Driving the reality of this world in social sensitivity. Now the majority of the American populace is easily triggered if heard from any Trump supporters or favoring him. Most felt insecure to be around certain people, crime rates slowly rise up, and various acts grow on. That is the modern day of America.
Living through the lonely solitude of his life, there is a young man in his mid-twenties. More than 10 years in the present day of the real world slowly passed by. In the usual realms living in the current city of Austin, Texas in the United States of America. Enter in the eye perspective of Tyler Wolfenstein. Average young Asian Vietnamese male who suffers ongoing moderate to severe acne breakouts, mentally high-functioning autistic, and deals with moderate allergies. Average build who is somewhat fair-looking like from few K-pop stars if only he was clear from ever having bad breakouts over his face. Short black hair that usually looks not well-groomed most of the time, few hairs sticking up. Skin tone and color about bright-pale orange. Eyes are black in looks that have few dark spots on the sides near the pupil. He currently works at Main Event Entertainment as Team Service Host. His job as Team Service Host is lane valet, change out the trash, restroom checks, in general, maintain a clean facility. He used to work as a Game Attendant long before that, he also worked as a dishwasher in the kitchen periodically. Each day, he put his dedicated hard work into his workplace. Striving to be that model of a committed employee to the company. Tyler wishes to gain more benefits as his life depends solemnly on income. He aims to work overtime, doing whatever he can to score over a thousand in a net paycheck. Many of his colleges and management admires, praises, and respects his hard work. His work ethics are genuinely astounding compared to those that do not last long working with Main Event. Tyler frequently counted over more than fifty previous employees that quitted who couldn't deal with the barbaric stress of the workplace. It is a true statement according to most past and current staff members working with Main Event Entertainment it is a stressful place to work. You don't get paid competitively unlike most other businesses. Ranging thirteen to fifteen dollars rate of pay in that category, Main Event Entertainment pays their entry-level employees on the low-end. You deal with crazy customers or guests as they call it who are believed to be above the law. Most of them can walk out without paying their tabs. It is considered overwhelming when short-staffed. But regardless of how stressful and crazy it is, Tyler or Tye as many normally address him by. Often regarded as a champion by one of the managers and an exceptional worker by most of the employees, Tyler feels to himself that he would not make any friends with the colleges from his mighty work ethics. To him as top benefits are recognition, a strong positive reputation to have friends by him, that will make time to hang out with him. Unfortunately, the staffs see him as just a useful tool to get themselves through the shifts all for themselves. Tyler remained empty within himself, feeling blank and emotionless as he just commits to his job. Embracing all the challenges he faced whether it is the difficult guests, bossy managers, employees being incompetent or absences, above all else regardless he strives on.
Days after days passed heading to work then heading back home from work as a repeated process, Tyler spent most of his days cooped up in his own lonely room. Usually in bed passed out from long exhaustion being at work. He would be on his computer looking various internet topics or enjoy playing his PlayStation 4. Most of the time his father would call him on his mobile phone about dinner. Often reluctant and irritated he heads down the stairs to eat dinner with his family. Tyler hates it that he can not be his own man. After dinner, he rushes back to his room and sits down on the chair recalling a lot of memories. From the time he was born as a baby. Having to go to school, get bullied throughout his school year. Being extremely lonely in school with a single friend. Watching couples making out or having a good time. To which made him really envious as his dreams to have a relationship like that. Tyler recalled more memories, reading various anime mangas in his high school year. Eating crappy school lunch in the cafeteria all alone. The ambiance of the students talking to one another, watching groups of them sitting together eating as they chat gives him the sick feeling in his belly, nearly killing his appetite. Remembering all his lonely days in school made him depressed that his eyes watered up and shed a single tear, clenching his fists angrily wishing he had solid friends that he can communicate with on regular basis. Tyler always day-dream he will not ever be lonely, he wishes he is in a relationship, A beautiful Japanese Asian girl walking up to him, taking interest to be his friend. Every day she would swing by to say hi and talk. Then it would grow into a romantic relationship, but no it will never happen to Tyler. Still laid back in his chair looking up at the ceiling wall in his own room, he kept recalling multiple flashbacks. He used to work with his family's restaurant as a server for eight long years. Servicing his customers where he felt difficult to pursue due to his high-functioning autism affecting his judgment and ability to concentrate. His autism got the best of him when communicating with his customers. Usually resulting in angry guests that will leave negative reviews affecting his own family's business the majority of the time. It pains Tyler having to smile, be considerate, respectful of the customers regardless if they act above the law, falsely complain about the quality of the food, being too demanding, and such. That is when he personally got fed up and made his own determined decision to quit his job with his family business which led him to pursue multiple jobs. Every job he applied for he received no email messages or phone calls from them if they are accepting him. So his thoughts they already found someone and is not hiring. He hated that jobs are that competitive until he came to Main Event Entertainment and easily got the job on the spot as a Game Attendant. So now that is where he is currently working to this period. Still, over thinking more in a mindless trance, he enjoyed attending various anime conventions with his friends such as Ikkicon, Ushicon, AnimeCTX, few to name of. He remembered going to the rodeo with his mom and brother. Going to Six Flags in San Antonio and the one in Dallas with his best friend. Tyler wishes he would love to fly to Japan, visit that state, Learn all about the culture of Japan, He remembered the time when he was put in the hospital by the police escorting him inside his cruiser after an incident involving flirting with an underage girl on YouTube a long time ago, saying to her that he wanted to end his life from being prolonged single. Going through all the hospital procedure, taking the blood test, the drug test, wearing that patient robe, and being told of being transferred to a mental cell in confinement. Luckily he was able to go free after a late night at 1:08 AM, being taken home by his family. He went back to how often he argued with his family during his school year about wanting to be his own man. He wanted to govern his own life independently. How much he hated going to Vietnamese lesson and religious education on Sunday. Always rebelling aggressively. After thinking too much as it is getting late, Tyler called it a night. He brushed his teeth, showered, and donned his nighttime attire before hitting the bed. While trying to sleep, he kept day-dreaming about wishing his job would give him a better raise, more of a promotion. He longs to have stable friends that say hi to him every day or make the time to hang out when he is not busy. Frequently he is and will over think about his desires and the future of his life.
Next day as the sun is rising up, early dawn morning at 6 AM. Tyler having to struggle to wake up due to his sore body that reminded him a lot from working serious double shifts from open to close, working a long period of hours. He worked right through his shifts despite struggling to handle angry inpatient customers, bossy managers, and various staff members that just do not want to work really hard on their end. Sitting up straight in his bed and stretching out his muscles, Tyler flexes his left arm over to his sore back to give it a little massage to ease the soreness. The feeling of self-massaging his sore back, shoulders, and muscle joints made him sighing to himself in a wise serious manner. He longs to image a girl of his dreams would give him a more arousing sensual massage from his neck down to his feet. That sensation of relieving sore muscles is music to his ears. As the morning gets brighter the sun reflecting through the window of his room shining his bed, Tyler quickly hops out of his bed in his pajama wardrobe knowing he has work today early in the morning at 9AM. He spends the time before then by working out. He heads into the media room to the door on the right side of the small storage room. He turns the knob handle and opens up the cluttered space of the area. He leans in to find a pair of black shoes that are damaged and worn down. Putting on his exercising shoes, he gets on the stepper treadmill and runs in a cycle for twelve minutes, burning up some calories. He works up a sweat as he gets off moving out of the media room to the living room nearby, he puts on his boxing gloves then picks up a dumbbell weight weighing twenty-five pounds. Lifting casually up and down doing ten sets before putting the weight down. Feeling the heat from the workout, Tyler scans around to see the ambiance is all quiet, his family is still asleep. Peaceful, he went back to focus on the blue punching bag weighing ninety pounds. Throwing quick jabs of punch at it, growing into steady aggressive boxing-style punches. He went on beating up the punching bag for ten minutes before being worn out from all that workout. He takes a breather, unstrapping both the boxing gloves and kicks off his black shoes before making his way to his room. With no hesitation, he gets his work clothes and heads straight to the restroom next to his mother's office. Once steps foot in the restroom, he slams the door shut and locks it. Turns on the fan opens up the toilet bowl to use the restroom before he slides the shower door aside to turn on the shower. He waits for a few seconds for the shower to be at the right variable temperature before stripping down and getting soaking wet. After he is finished showering he hops out to dry off with a fresh towel. Constant thoughts about his work, he made several predictions that it likely will be busy. He got dressed up for work, now moving down to the kitchen to get his breakfast worked on. Enjoying his simple scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, he scans around his surroundings, still, his family is asleep by the time is almost 8 AM. Once he is finished with breakfast, he rushed to his room to chill on his personal computer until it is time for work. He put on his employee lanyard badge around his neck, straightened his work attire before he hurried down the stairs to put on his non-slip shoes and bolt right out of the door to his car.
Once the car has started, he pulled the parking brake handle to reverse, pressed his foot down on the accelerator and pulled out of the driveway onto the streets. Then he took off to his work. Paying close attention to his surroundings as the sole driver, he kept thinking over his past, future, his family being too concern about his mental state, being wealthy to pay his expenses, and so on. His workplace is not far from where he lives and he is usually early on time most of the time, although few times he was late, few times he called in sick.
Upon arrival to his destination around 8:44 AM, lucky to be a weekday and the center does not open until 11 AM, Tyler sees the wide parking lot empty with few cars parked. The young man assumed it could be the AM manager on duty, the night cleaning crew, but he does not care as he gets out of his vehicle, close his door then dart to the main entrance of the building.
Inside of Main Event, the bowling lights are on, everything is quiet with the noises of the cleaning machines are on being operated by the cleaning crew. Tyler moves straight to the dry storage and settles down, getting himself a free soft drink before he clocks in five minutes early. After that, he starts a series of cleaning and organizing. Doing his typical job, he refilled three wells at the bar with ice to the brim, tidying up billiards area by cleaning the sides of the pool table to making sure the menus have four each in the slot. Sweeping the lanes area, checking the men's restroom, picking up coins off the floor adding to his pockets as a bonus, anything that can be done by a man in general cleaning Tyler would get right on it. Throughout his shift until 6PM, he done multiple lane valets, ran food, bussed down tables or lanes, occasionally being complimented by his colleges for his outstanding hard work. Then he clocked out right away, turned in his radio, and walked out to his car. Getting his hours in for the day as the weather is overcast, he smiled on the inside mentally finally to be relieved off duty, sitting in his driver's seat. He turned on the ignition and drove home.
Upon arriving back to his family household, his father greeted him to dinner despite obviously seeing his eldest son in an irritable mood in Main Event work clothing, expecting that he had a long day. To Tyler, he knows his family most likely not care about what he been through. Working for a year-long over there, dealing with the indefinite rush of customers, kids to make it worse, constant work to be done left and right. But Tyler reluctantly agreed to eat dinner with his family, eating a moderate portion of food which consist of Vietnamese cuisine. While his mom and dad are talking in Vietnamese, Tyler watches wrestling on his phone as he eats. After dinner, Tyler excused himself, putting the plate into the sink and bolted up the stairs to his room. He gets into his comfortable home outfit and just passed out in bed from working too hard at his job. In his sleep, he had a strange dream regarding his workplace. Nothing serious as he just simply doing his job as one of the managers are being goofy over the radio.
By late midnight at the darkest hour, Tyler wakes up. Feeling well rested as he stretches his arms up high, he gets out of bed making his way out of his room to the restroom for a quick warm shower just to feel great. While in the shower, Tyler feels his sore discolorated acne-prone shoulders reminding him about getting skin care products to help with his pimple problems. he also thinks about getting a massage if he has the money for it, but it is down the road. After his shower, he gets dressed and head back to his room to get dressed in street attire, grabbing his wallet into his pocket, his car keys, his phone, all set to embark to a shopping store somewhere close to his house in Austin.
He got into his car on cold dark weather, the visibility is poor with the help of his car lights that compensates it, Tyler turns on his vehicle and heads out. Feeling all cleaned, the man listened to his Japanese music as he drives through the freezing night streets through the residential neighborhood. Out on the public freeway, suddenly by karma Tyler's car drives over a sharp obstacle out on the middle of the road, piercing a serious gash on the front right tire. Curious and anxious he is feeling as he suddenly losing control on his driving ability, trying to maneuver the out of control car of his, trying to not attract any police and crash into buildings. The recklessness of his driving as he is at fifty miles per hour on the slow streets despite trying to control a flat tire caused him to swivel into a driveway, crashing into a parked vehicle, a red 2018 Chevrolet. The white Toyota Corolla sustained serious damage including the other vehicle, the driver's side airbag popped out as the harsh crashing impact altogether injured the young man, rupturing his face and body in a bloody mess. Barely consciousness laying in a wounded state as his head is on the airbag in pain, gasping for air, seeing that he is in a dire critical situation, feeling scared what will happen as the sound of the crash surely would attract attention possibly at this late hour. Tyler in his fatal condition wondered for a brief moment what is he going to do next since he has gotten into a deplorable car accident all by karma, for no apparent reason why he should be deserving this sort of punishment. As his pain hurts so much, feeling light-headed, his final thoughts before he passed out from the immense bloody pain is to end his life, just be done and leave this cruel world. The young man laid there in his driver's seat, unconscious in the blood-stained airbag that deflated, covering part of the windshield, radio, it is quite a gory mess.
A strange bystander who appears like a holy God with yellow featured attires representing all ancient Chinese traditions with yellowish-golden hair and eyes- the gentleman hid from seeing his face, sent a special message on his advanced mobile phone calling for a first responder to that situation. Then he immediately vanished away with a snap of his fingers. In an instant, the special medical team arrived at the scene not even using their sirens to signal an emergency as they were driving down the road, the crew members rushed out of their vehicles, one of them opened the back door of the ambulance to get the stretcher bed ready. The two other medical teams made to the totaled Toyota Corolla, with their attires worn, gloves donned, one of them opened the driver's door just as the third medical team brought the stretcher just as the second unbuckled the bloody seat belt. Altogether, the crew grabbed the fatally bleeding injured man onto the stretcher and performed quick patch-ups to stop all the bleeding as they rushed the stretcher to the back of the ambulance.
Once they got the victim inside the bed of the emergency van, they took off to the nearby hospital just as the arrived clean-up crew tidy up the scene, making it appear as if nothing bad happened. "Is this him?" One of the medical responders asked, looking at the out cold boy. The other medical responders nodded. "Yes ma'am, that is our man." The crew discussed with each other as the ambulance reached the hospital.
Midway into the hallway of the hospital, the crew rushed with the patient to the recovery room. Tyler slowly awakens, his eyes partially opened but barely realized that he is in a hospital. Breathing out his shallow breaths as he can smell his own stench of blood. He can see four members of the first responders through the corner of his eyes and faintly hear what they are saying, but his heavy heart beating is what drowns out most of the noise. Tyler then passed out just as the doctors made it to the operating room.
The late night passed by later after the doctors and nurses operated on the severely injured man, they placed him in a private isolated room for him to rest peacefully. Looking scared, more hideous if seen by another person, having stitches on his right shoulder to his arm. Already been a long traumatic day for him. Despite what has happened, his family still unaware of his son got into an accident, at least Tyler would rather not let their family be aware of that circumstance.
In the afternoon on a cloudy fair temperature day, Tyler wakes up to find himself in a hospital bed in a strange room. Looking confused and lost he examined the whole area he is in, seeing a box of needles, gloves, a sink, a restroom, a table, a trash can, a countertop, and a bunch of medical equipment. It took him a minute to realized he is in a hospital, shocked he looked down at his own body, shirtless he sees all the huge scar marks from the fatal car accident that gave him. Flexing his post-injured arms to see his stitches on one side and a cast on the other. Jumping to a conclusion, he became scared that his family will find out and became depressed at the same time. A feeling of sudden distress. A female nurse knocked on the door a few times before coming in to sit down with the patient. Tyler remained emotional, saddened, lost of hope, down, he barely made eye contact with the nurse.
Mouthing words to him, she communicates to him that he will be bed-ridden for three years as his legs were paralyzed. But luckily to be alive and in piece. The nurse got up to give Tyler a comforting hug, though he takes the hug but not way enough to cheer him up, but rather feeling even more depressed. She leaves the room to leave the patient by all alone to drown in his depression, bracing the facts he is physically handicapped and mentally. All of this affects him greatly. Throughout the day, the hospital employees check up on him, bringing food and water, but Tyler felt too depressed to even bother eating one bite or taking a sip. He has been in bed leaned back in a sitting position, dreading negatively. His thoughts were blank as his eyes are fixated to stare straight ahead at the white walls as he remained emotionally. The doctors told him that it will be alright and suggests him to eat slash drink. Of course, the pained gentleman did not bother accepting their words. Time after time go by, Tyler's emotions further grew more depressed as he has not eaten for two days nor drink. The doctors humiliated him by force feeding him to keep him alive, adding more misery to his life. Tears run down his cheeks, blurring his visions Tyler can somewhat see his surroundings. By nighttime, Tyler felt a swift swing in his body, like he is about to have a heart attack from feeling too much depression. That pressure feeling of needing to cry as he fights to hold it in, which adds more emotional strain to him. Folding his arms to his ribs shaking in paranoid, as if it is the end of the world Tyler kept weeping from the incident that puts him to the state he is now. Silently shedding tears continuously holding back the urge to not burst into tears like a baby, almost having a mental breakdown, Tyler clenched his fists in anger, sorrow, and agony that he can't believe he got into a car accident all because of a flat tire by bad luck. One of the doctors knocked on the door and came in to assure the patient that everything is going to be fine. The male doctor stated that he should relax and rest up. Tyler emotionally nodded as the tears dried up on his cheeks, his watery eyes grew irritated as the doctor left the room. Still depressed, Tyler laid there trying to rest, but his flashbacks of memory came to haunt him from the past to now, reigniting the depression in his body. Unable to hold the urge to cry, he let it all out, sobbing uncontrollably throughout the day and late night. Luckily at least he can cry in peace and privately as nobody can hear him. The sadness and his actions hurt him so much, a strange unusual feeling began to swell as he kept on crying his heart out throughout the late morning.
Another day as the clear sunny sky is up a knock on the door which abruptly opens after that. Three staffs came in to witness Tyler suddenly dead emotionally. The curious and surprised doctors examined the body but see no signs of any self-inflicted injuries or marks other than his post car accident injuries that were operated on a few days ago. One of the doctors informed the rest of his prediction he must be so depressed he died from it. Taking it as the solid answer, the doctors all looked at the corpse of Tyler Wolfenstein, his depressed eyes were barely opened, laid down in bed all emotionally, his arms exposed out to the sides. An impression showed to the hospital staffs that he departed away, no longer wish to deal with his predicament life. After having to come to an agreement by the doctors, they quickly head out of the room and came back with the body transporter equipment. Lifting the dead body off the bed and onto the mat, the doctors head out to the room a few meters of the hospital. The room looks all advanced technology, futuristic. They quickly placed the corpse into the DNA capsule machine while the other employee placed a blank nude replica copy of the dead into the other machine. Once everything is in place, the medical operator pulls down the lever starting up the DNA cloning process. The machine whirls loudly as the sensor of the capsule scans every detail of the lifeless body, while the duplicate live-looking dummy is being worked on shaping as the clone of Tyler. This purpose of making a clone of Tyler is to cover up the whole incident by having the cloned version take over Tyler's lifestyle. Once the cloning procedure is finished, the operators and surgeons all worked on perfecting the clone body, making it exact, providing wardrobe, giving it life. After that, he is free to leave out to the real world as himself.
The doctors pulled the original lifeless body of Tyler out from the DNA capsule machine, transferring the ugly body to the recovery capsule. After adding the proper chemicals and healing substance into the crystal-clear looking orange water connected to the recovery machine, they put the naked body inside the machine and closed the steel gate before activating the recovery process. Their motives are clear, to revive Tyler but as a newly reborn being in another world, another universe. The capsule slowly fills up with the orange water covering the body up to the stomach before being fully immersed underwater completely. Able to see the immersed body in the pool of orange liquid, the doctors and operators monitored the machine, seeing changes being made in appearance, mentality, and his overall features. They studied the computers seeing the subject's hair slowly becoming dyed orange as well his eyes. Skin being more brighter, his wounds, acne, scars, and any discoloration beginning to fade away. In the state of being dead, Tyler himself somewhat can faintly feel he is awake like it's a dream as he is slowly breathing through the recovery water. His bright beautiful soft orange hair moving around through the water as the machine cycles and filters the orange fluids with healthy concoctions to revive the subject.
"Good work, everyone. Monitor on the subject, I wanted him reborn as a God." One of the leading doctors in charge of this operation said to the rest of the staffs. The rest all responded as they input multiple commands on the computer and on the recovery machine.
In Tyler's mind, he slowly regained consciousness. Wondering how he is still alive as he is in a place with orange flowers of varying kinds. Standing naked on the square concrete stand, he looked all around him seeing nothing but orange flowers. Figuring out if the fields of flower and the warm sensation from the sunlight mean that something good will happen to him, he crouches down to pick up a single flower and smelled it. It has a gentle pleasant smell as he looks up at the clear skies.
Back to the hospital in the recovery procedure room, the body of Tyler Wolfenstein became a whole new person literally. Resulting as a huge success to the employees on perfecting the orange boy. The leader of the operation orders the staff to send him off to another universe. Teleport him fast-forwarding the timeline to two long centuries and six years ago in an alternate future of the world. They nodded and activated the button, a sudden warping portal appeared within the recovery capsule where Tyler lays resting under the water. In a blink of an eye, the portal vanishes taking Tyler to the new world away from the current present timeline, leaving the doctors to wish him the best of luck wherever Tyler may be.
In a lush dense grassland forest, the naked Tyler awaken to a beautiful clear warm sunny sky clouded by large shades of trees. He sat up, sitting on the grassy fields, he looked around him wondering to himself where is he at. The area looked strange, almost as a fantasy, too good to be true. having no choice once he reconciles that he is in a strange world, he gets on his bare feet. Looking at his both arms, over his shoulders, and looking down at his belly to his toes, he noticed all of his wounds are healed up, he no longer feel any sort of pains nor irritations. His skin felt so young, soft, bright- Tyler wondered how and what is the reason that made him who he is now. A literally new person, a new reborn being born into this unusual world.
He walks through the forest, losing most of his memories, but barely able to recall that he was in the hospital, but everything else was erased. As he kept crossing through the lush greens, savoring the soft patch of grass on the soles of his bare feet, he saw piles of orange clothes that are made out of thin fabric materials. Dressed for the public occasion it seems as Tyler looked down at himself seeing he is naked, yet wondering how all these clothes just appeared on the fields as if God is giving him clothes from the heavens. No matter, the young handsome boy quickly got dressed, wearing bright orange street attire outfits, he managed to find a pair of fiery colored sneakers and wear them. Now clothed from head to toe, Tyler now journeys throughout the forest in search for answers to his existence to this new universe...
To be continued...
Days after days passed heading to work then heading back home from work as a repeated process, Tyler spent most of his days cooped up in his own lonely room. Usually in bed passed out from long exhaustion being at work. He would be on his computer looking various internet topics or enjoy playing his PlayStation 4. Most of the time his father would call him on his mobile phone about dinner. Often reluctant and irritated he heads down the stairs to eat dinner with his family. Tyler hates it that he can not be his own man. After dinner, he rushes back to his room and sits down on the chair recalling a lot of memories. From the time he was born as a baby. Having to go to school, get bullied throughout his school year. Being extremely lonely in school with a single friend. Watching couples making out or having a good time. To which made him really envious as his dreams to have a relationship like that. Tyler recalled more memories, reading various anime mangas in his high school year. Eating crappy school lunch in the cafeteria all alone. The ambiance of the students talking to one another, watching groups of them sitting together eating as they chat gives him the sick feeling in his belly, nearly killing his appetite. Remembering all his lonely days in school made him depressed that his eyes watered up and shed a single tear, clenching his fists angrily wishing he had solid friends that he can communicate with on regular basis. Tyler always day-dream he will not ever be lonely, he wishes he is in a relationship, A beautiful Japanese Asian girl walking up to him, taking interest to be his friend. Every day she would swing by to say hi and talk. Then it would grow into a romantic relationship, but no it will never happen to Tyler. Still laid back in his chair looking up at the ceiling wall in his own room, he kept recalling multiple flashbacks. He used to work with his family's restaurant as a server for eight long years. Servicing his customers where he felt difficult to pursue due to his high-functioning autism affecting his judgment and ability to concentrate. His autism got the best of him when communicating with his customers. Usually resulting in angry guests that will leave negative reviews affecting his own family's business the majority of the time. It pains Tyler having to smile, be considerate, respectful of the customers regardless if they act above the law, falsely complain about the quality of the food, being too demanding, and such. That is when he personally got fed up and made his own determined decision to quit his job with his family business which led him to pursue multiple jobs. Every job he applied for he received no email messages or phone calls from them if they are accepting him. So his thoughts they already found someone and is not hiring. He hated that jobs are that competitive until he came to Main Event Entertainment and easily got the job on the spot as a Game Attendant. So now that is where he is currently working to this period. Still, over thinking more in a mindless trance, he enjoyed attending various anime conventions with his friends such as Ikkicon, Ushicon, AnimeCTX, few to name of. He remembered going to the rodeo with his mom and brother. Going to Six Flags in San Antonio and the one in Dallas with his best friend. Tyler wishes he would love to fly to Japan, visit that state, Learn all about the culture of Japan, He remembered the time when he was put in the hospital by the police escorting him inside his cruiser after an incident involving flirting with an underage girl on YouTube a long time ago, saying to her that he wanted to end his life from being prolonged single. Going through all the hospital procedure, taking the blood test, the drug test, wearing that patient robe, and being told of being transferred to a mental cell in confinement. Luckily he was able to go free after a late night at 1:08 AM, being taken home by his family. He went back to how often he argued with his family during his school year about wanting to be his own man. He wanted to govern his own life independently. How much he hated going to Vietnamese lesson and religious education on Sunday. Always rebelling aggressively. After thinking too much as it is getting late, Tyler called it a night. He brushed his teeth, showered, and donned his nighttime attire before hitting the bed. While trying to sleep, he kept day-dreaming about wishing his job would give him a better raise, more of a promotion. He longs to have stable friends that say hi to him every day or make the time to hang out when he is not busy. Frequently he is and will over think about his desires and the future of his life.
Next day as the sun is rising up, early dawn morning at 6 AM. Tyler having to struggle to wake up due to his sore body that reminded him a lot from working serious double shifts from open to close, working a long period of hours. He worked right through his shifts despite struggling to handle angry inpatient customers, bossy managers, and various staff members that just do not want to work really hard on their end. Sitting up straight in his bed and stretching out his muscles, Tyler flexes his left arm over to his sore back to give it a little massage to ease the soreness. The feeling of self-massaging his sore back, shoulders, and muscle joints made him sighing to himself in a wise serious manner. He longs to image a girl of his dreams would give him a more arousing sensual massage from his neck down to his feet. That sensation of relieving sore muscles is music to his ears. As the morning gets brighter the sun reflecting through the window of his room shining his bed, Tyler quickly hops out of his bed in his pajama wardrobe knowing he has work today early in the morning at 9AM. He spends the time before then by working out. He heads into the media room to the door on the right side of the small storage room. He turns the knob handle and opens up the cluttered space of the area. He leans in to find a pair of black shoes that are damaged and worn down. Putting on his exercising shoes, he gets on the stepper treadmill and runs in a cycle for twelve minutes, burning up some calories. He works up a sweat as he gets off moving out of the media room to the living room nearby, he puts on his boxing gloves then picks up a dumbbell weight weighing twenty-five pounds. Lifting casually up and down doing ten sets before putting the weight down. Feeling the heat from the workout, Tyler scans around to see the ambiance is all quiet, his family is still asleep. Peaceful, he went back to focus on the blue punching bag weighing ninety pounds. Throwing quick jabs of punch at it, growing into steady aggressive boxing-style punches. He went on beating up the punching bag for ten minutes before being worn out from all that workout. He takes a breather, unstrapping both the boxing gloves and kicks off his black shoes before making his way to his room. With no hesitation, he gets his work clothes and heads straight to the restroom next to his mother's office. Once steps foot in the restroom, he slams the door shut and locks it. Turns on the fan opens up the toilet bowl to use the restroom before he slides the shower door aside to turn on the shower. He waits for a few seconds for the shower to be at the right variable temperature before stripping down and getting soaking wet. After he is finished showering he hops out to dry off with a fresh towel. Constant thoughts about his work, he made several predictions that it likely will be busy. He got dressed up for work, now moving down to the kitchen to get his breakfast worked on. Enjoying his simple scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, he scans around his surroundings, still, his family is asleep by the time is almost 8 AM. Once he is finished with breakfast, he rushed to his room to chill on his personal computer until it is time for work. He put on his employee lanyard badge around his neck, straightened his work attire before he hurried down the stairs to put on his non-slip shoes and bolt right out of the door to his car.
Once the car has started, he pulled the parking brake handle to reverse, pressed his foot down on the accelerator and pulled out of the driveway onto the streets. Then he took off to his work. Paying close attention to his surroundings as the sole driver, he kept thinking over his past, future, his family being too concern about his mental state, being wealthy to pay his expenses, and so on. His workplace is not far from where he lives and he is usually early on time most of the time, although few times he was late, few times he called in sick.
Upon arrival to his destination around 8:44 AM, lucky to be a weekday and the center does not open until 11 AM, Tyler sees the wide parking lot empty with few cars parked. The young man assumed it could be the AM manager on duty, the night cleaning crew, but he does not care as he gets out of his vehicle, close his door then dart to the main entrance of the building.
Inside of Main Event, the bowling lights are on, everything is quiet with the noises of the cleaning machines are on being operated by the cleaning crew. Tyler moves straight to the dry storage and settles down, getting himself a free soft drink before he clocks in five minutes early. After that, he starts a series of cleaning and organizing. Doing his typical job, he refilled three wells at the bar with ice to the brim, tidying up billiards area by cleaning the sides of the pool table to making sure the menus have four each in the slot. Sweeping the lanes area, checking the men's restroom, picking up coins off the floor adding to his pockets as a bonus, anything that can be done by a man in general cleaning Tyler would get right on it. Throughout his shift until 6PM, he done multiple lane valets, ran food, bussed down tables or lanes, occasionally being complimented by his colleges for his outstanding hard work. Then he clocked out right away, turned in his radio, and walked out to his car. Getting his hours in for the day as the weather is overcast, he smiled on the inside mentally finally to be relieved off duty, sitting in his driver's seat. He turned on the ignition and drove home.
Upon arriving back to his family household, his father greeted him to dinner despite obviously seeing his eldest son in an irritable mood in Main Event work clothing, expecting that he had a long day. To Tyler, he knows his family most likely not care about what he been through. Working for a year-long over there, dealing with the indefinite rush of customers, kids to make it worse, constant work to be done left and right. But Tyler reluctantly agreed to eat dinner with his family, eating a moderate portion of food which consist of Vietnamese cuisine. While his mom and dad are talking in Vietnamese, Tyler watches wrestling on his phone as he eats. After dinner, Tyler excused himself, putting the plate into the sink and bolted up the stairs to his room. He gets into his comfortable home outfit and just passed out in bed from working too hard at his job. In his sleep, he had a strange dream regarding his workplace. Nothing serious as he just simply doing his job as one of the managers are being goofy over the radio.
By late midnight at the darkest hour, Tyler wakes up. Feeling well rested as he stretches his arms up high, he gets out of bed making his way out of his room to the restroom for a quick warm shower just to feel great. While in the shower, Tyler feels his sore discolorated acne-prone shoulders reminding him about getting skin care products to help with his pimple problems. he also thinks about getting a massage if he has the money for it, but it is down the road. After his shower, he gets dressed and head back to his room to get dressed in street attire, grabbing his wallet into his pocket, his car keys, his phone, all set to embark to a shopping store somewhere close to his house in Austin.
He got into his car on cold dark weather, the visibility is poor with the help of his car lights that compensates it, Tyler turns on his vehicle and heads out. Feeling all cleaned, the man listened to his Japanese music as he drives through the freezing night streets through the residential neighborhood. Out on the public freeway, suddenly by karma Tyler's car drives over a sharp obstacle out on the middle of the road, piercing a serious gash on the front right tire. Curious and anxious he is feeling as he suddenly losing control on his driving ability, trying to maneuver the out of control car of his, trying to not attract any police and crash into buildings. The recklessness of his driving as he is at fifty miles per hour on the slow streets despite trying to control a flat tire caused him to swivel into a driveway, crashing into a parked vehicle, a red 2018 Chevrolet. The white Toyota Corolla sustained serious damage including the other vehicle, the driver's side airbag popped out as the harsh crashing impact altogether injured the young man, rupturing his face and body in a bloody mess. Barely consciousness laying in a wounded state as his head is on the airbag in pain, gasping for air, seeing that he is in a dire critical situation, feeling scared what will happen as the sound of the crash surely would attract attention possibly at this late hour. Tyler in his fatal condition wondered for a brief moment what is he going to do next since he has gotten into a deplorable car accident all by karma, for no apparent reason why he should be deserving this sort of punishment. As his pain hurts so much, feeling light-headed, his final thoughts before he passed out from the immense bloody pain is to end his life, just be done and leave this cruel world. The young man laid there in his driver's seat, unconscious in the blood-stained airbag that deflated, covering part of the windshield, radio, it is quite a gory mess.
A strange bystander who appears like a holy God with yellow featured attires representing all ancient Chinese traditions with yellowish-golden hair and eyes- the gentleman hid from seeing his face, sent a special message on his advanced mobile phone calling for a first responder to that situation. Then he immediately vanished away with a snap of his fingers. In an instant, the special medical team arrived at the scene not even using their sirens to signal an emergency as they were driving down the road, the crew members rushed out of their vehicles, one of them opened the back door of the ambulance to get the stretcher bed ready. The two other medical teams made to the totaled Toyota Corolla, with their attires worn, gloves donned, one of them opened the driver's door just as the third medical team brought the stretcher just as the second unbuckled the bloody seat belt. Altogether, the crew grabbed the fatally bleeding injured man onto the stretcher and performed quick patch-ups to stop all the bleeding as they rushed the stretcher to the back of the ambulance.
Once they got the victim inside the bed of the emergency van, they took off to the nearby hospital just as the arrived clean-up crew tidy up the scene, making it appear as if nothing bad happened. "Is this him?" One of the medical responders asked, looking at the out cold boy. The other medical responders nodded. "Yes ma'am, that is our man." The crew discussed with each other as the ambulance reached the hospital.
Midway into the hallway of the hospital, the crew rushed with the patient to the recovery room. Tyler slowly awakens, his eyes partially opened but barely realized that he is in a hospital. Breathing out his shallow breaths as he can smell his own stench of blood. He can see four members of the first responders through the corner of his eyes and faintly hear what they are saying, but his heavy heart beating is what drowns out most of the noise. Tyler then passed out just as the doctors made it to the operating room.
The late night passed by later after the doctors and nurses operated on the severely injured man, they placed him in a private isolated room for him to rest peacefully. Looking scared, more hideous if seen by another person, having stitches on his right shoulder to his arm. Already been a long traumatic day for him. Despite what has happened, his family still unaware of his son got into an accident, at least Tyler would rather not let their family be aware of that circumstance.
In the afternoon on a cloudy fair temperature day, Tyler wakes up to find himself in a hospital bed in a strange room. Looking confused and lost he examined the whole area he is in, seeing a box of needles, gloves, a sink, a restroom, a table, a trash can, a countertop, and a bunch of medical equipment. It took him a minute to realized he is in a hospital, shocked he looked down at his own body, shirtless he sees all the huge scar marks from the fatal car accident that gave him. Flexing his post-injured arms to see his stitches on one side and a cast on the other. Jumping to a conclusion, he became scared that his family will find out and became depressed at the same time. A feeling of sudden distress. A female nurse knocked on the door a few times before coming in to sit down with the patient. Tyler remained emotional, saddened, lost of hope, down, he barely made eye contact with the nurse.
Mouthing words to him, she communicates to him that he will be bed-ridden for three years as his legs were paralyzed. But luckily to be alive and in piece. The nurse got up to give Tyler a comforting hug, though he takes the hug but not way enough to cheer him up, but rather feeling even more depressed. She leaves the room to leave the patient by all alone to drown in his depression, bracing the facts he is physically handicapped and mentally. All of this affects him greatly. Throughout the day, the hospital employees check up on him, bringing food and water, but Tyler felt too depressed to even bother eating one bite or taking a sip. He has been in bed leaned back in a sitting position, dreading negatively. His thoughts were blank as his eyes are fixated to stare straight ahead at the white walls as he remained emotionally. The doctors told him that it will be alright and suggests him to eat slash drink. Of course, the pained gentleman did not bother accepting their words. Time after time go by, Tyler's emotions further grew more depressed as he has not eaten for two days nor drink. The doctors humiliated him by force feeding him to keep him alive, adding more misery to his life. Tears run down his cheeks, blurring his visions Tyler can somewhat see his surroundings. By nighttime, Tyler felt a swift swing in his body, like he is about to have a heart attack from feeling too much depression. That pressure feeling of needing to cry as he fights to hold it in, which adds more emotional strain to him. Folding his arms to his ribs shaking in paranoid, as if it is the end of the world Tyler kept weeping from the incident that puts him to the state he is now. Silently shedding tears continuously holding back the urge to not burst into tears like a baby, almost having a mental breakdown, Tyler clenched his fists in anger, sorrow, and agony that he can't believe he got into a car accident all because of a flat tire by bad luck. One of the doctors knocked on the door and came in to assure the patient that everything is going to be fine. The male doctor stated that he should relax and rest up. Tyler emotionally nodded as the tears dried up on his cheeks, his watery eyes grew irritated as the doctor left the room. Still depressed, Tyler laid there trying to rest, but his flashbacks of memory came to haunt him from the past to now, reigniting the depression in his body. Unable to hold the urge to cry, he let it all out, sobbing uncontrollably throughout the day and late night. Luckily at least he can cry in peace and privately as nobody can hear him. The sadness and his actions hurt him so much, a strange unusual feeling began to swell as he kept on crying his heart out throughout the late morning.
Another day as the clear sunny sky is up a knock on the door which abruptly opens after that. Three staffs came in to witness Tyler suddenly dead emotionally. The curious and surprised doctors examined the body but see no signs of any self-inflicted injuries or marks other than his post car accident injuries that were operated on a few days ago. One of the doctors informed the rest of his prediction he must be so depressed he died from it. Taking it as the solid answer, the doctors all looked at the corpse of Tyler Wolfenstein, his depressed eyes were barely opened, laid down in bed all emotionally, his arms exposed out to the sides. An impression showed to the hospital staffs that he departed away, no longer wish to deal with his predicament life. After having to come to an agreement by the doctors, they quickly head out of the room and came back with the body transporter equipment. Lifting the dead body off the bed and onto the mat, the doctors head out to the room a few meters of the hospital. The room looks all advanced technology, futuristic. They quickly placed the corpse into the DNA capsule machine while the other employee placed a blank nude replica copy of the dead into the other machine. Once everything is in place, the medical operator pulls down the lever starting up the DNA cloning process. The machine whirls loudly as the sensor of the capsule scans every detail of the lifeless body, while the duplicate live-looking dummy is being worked on shaping as the clone of Tyler. This purpose of making a clone of Tyler is to cover up the whole incident by having the cloned version take over Tyler's lifestyle. Once the cloning procedure is finished, the operators and surgeons all worked on perfecting the clone body, making it exact, providing wardrobe, giving it life. After that, he is free to leave out to the real world as himself.
The doctors pulled the original lifeless body of Tyler out from the DNA capsule machine, transferring the ugly body to the recovery capsule. After adding the proper chemicals and healing substance into the crystal-clear looking orange water connected to the recovery machine, they put the naked body inside the machine and closed the steel gate before activating the recovery process. Their motives are clear, to revive Tyler but as a newly reborn being in another world, another universe. The capsule slowly fills up with the orange water covering the body up to the stomach before being fully immersed underwater completely. Able to see the immersed body in the pool of orange liquid, the doctors and operators monitored the machine, seeing changes being made in appearance, mentality, and his overall features. They studied the computers seeing the subject's hair slowly becoming dyed orange as well his eyes. Skin being more brighter, his wounds, acne, scars, and any discoloration beginning to fade away. In the state of being dead, Tyler himself somewhat can faintly feel he is awake like it's a dream as he is slowly breathing through the recovery water. His bright beautiful soft orange hair moving around through the water as the machine cycles and filters the orange fluids with healthy concoctions to revive the subject.
"Good work, everyone. Monitor on the subject, I wanted him reborn as a God." One of the leading doctors in charge of this operation said to the rest of the staffs. The rest all responded as they input multiple commands on the computer and on the recovery machine.
In Tyler's mind, he slowly regained consciousness. Wondering how he is still alive as he is in a place with orange flowers of varying kinds. Standing naked on the square concrete stand, he looked all around him seeing nothing but orange flowers. Figuring out if the fields of flower and the warm sensation from the sunlight mean that something good will happen to him, he crouches down to pick up a single flower and smelled it. It has a gentle pleasant smell as he looks up at the clear skies.
Back to the hospital in the recovery procedure room, the body of Tyler Wolfenstein became a whole new person literally. Resulting as a huge success to the employees on perfecting the orange boy. The leader of the operation orders the staff to send him off to another universe. Teleport him fast-forwarding the timeline to two long centuries and six years ago in an alternate future of the world. They nodded and activated the button, a sudden warping portal appeared within the recovery capsule where Tyler lays resting under the water. In a blink of an eye, the portal vanishes taking Tyler to the new world away from the current present timeline, leaving the doctors to wish him the best of luck wherever Tyler may be.
In a lush dense grassland forest, the naked Tyler awaken to a beautiful clear warm sunny sky clouded by large shades of trees. He sat up, sitting on the grassy fields, he looked around him wondering to himself where is he at. The area looked strange, almost as a fantasy, too good to be true. having no choice once he reconciles that he is in a strange world, he gets on his bare feet. Looking at his both arms, over his shoulders, and looking down at his belly to his toes, he noticed all of his wounds are healed up, he no longer feel any sort of pains nor irritations. His skin felt so young, soft, bright- Tyler wondered how and what is the reason that made him who he is now. A literally new person, a new reborn being born into this unusual world.
He walks through the forest, losing most of his memories, but barely able to recall that he was in the hospital, but everything else was erased. As he kept crossing through the lush greens, savoring the soft patch of grass on the soles of his bare feet, he saw piles of orange clothes that are made out of thin fabric materials. Dressed for the public occasion it seems as Tyler looked down at himself seeing he is naked, yet wondering how all these clothes just appeared on the fields as if God is giving him clothes from the heavens. No matter, the young handsome boy quickly got dressed, wearing bright orange street attire outfits, he managed to find a pair of fiery colored sneakers and wear them. Now clothed from head to toe, Tyler now journeys throughout the forest in search for answers to his existence to this new universe...
To be continued...
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