You groggily glanced at your wristwatch. 4:10 AM. Wow, it’s true that time flies when you’re having fun. You were standing on the front porch, fruitlessly trying to figure out which key went into the gate’s keyhole. Obviously it was the last one you tried.
You lived with your dad in a great mansion. Your father was a rich businessman, so he had been the obvious choice when you had to decide whatever you stayed with your mother or your father after their divorce. You never really took a liking to him, you were very different after all: while you were a young party-goer and a womanizer without any real goals in your life, your father was a serious worker, always trying to be as efficient in everything as possible. He would never do anything that wouldn’t generate profit, so it came as a real surprise when he came out as gay to your mother and you. But in any case the fag was loaded, so being with him meant you never really have to worry about getting a job.
You went through the darkly lit hallway trying to make the least amount of sound possible as you retired to your room, but halfway through the corridor the lights turned on suddenly. You shrieked in surprise when you saw your dad in nightwear and flip-flops crossing his burly and hairy arms in front of you.
“Oh, I didn’t expect to see you up this early, old man!” You said with a forced smile.
“Don’t bring me that bullcrap, Theodore R. Avila!” Your dad scolded. “I’ve been very worried while you were outside! Have you been drinking and driving?!”
“Of course not!” You responded with your dignity intact. “I just took a few shots and healthily walked all the way back on foot!”
“Then where is my Mercedes?! It’s not in the garage!”
“Ohhhh!” Suddenly you remembered. “That’s right, I DID drive, but that was before the alcohol. In fact, I have absolutely no idea where the hell I parked that thing...Or who I gave the car keys to...Well, you can always buy another. I heard they just released this year’s models...”
“I had enough of your attitude, young man! This is the last time you ever take anything for granted! You’re grounded until you learn to behave!” Your father said with menace in his eyes.
But you just rolled your own eyes teasingly. “You’re grounding me again? That’s getting old, you know?” You went into your room without a care and began removing your shoes and socks. “Gee, I’m trapped in my room, I can already feel the despair.” You said sarcastically as you pointed to all of your high-tech entertainment devices.
Your father left you alone, and you figured he had admitted his defeat. You were 18 already, so he couldn’t send you to a military school, and if he dared to disown you he’d have to pay child support to you and your mother as the terms of the divorce stated, and you knew your old man wouldn’t do anything at a loss.
Damn, you were wasted from all that partying. You removed the rest of your clothes, revealing your lean and slightly beefed up torso which was the complete opposite of your dad’s hairy huge gut, turned off the lights and climbed into your comfy bed.
However, as the first rays of sunshine started creeping from your window your father entered your room. You were snoring like a baby under the covers, so you had no idea your father was pointing a tablet device, a Chronivac, right at you.
A Chronivac, a machine which can alter a subject and the reality around it. The gadget had cost a fortune not because it was the latest model with secure handprint recognition but because it was a very experimental device whose existence was only revealed to people with enough money or influence. However even thought it had cost a shitton of money your dad was convinced it could be just what he needed to accomplish every father’s dream: making a profit off his rebellious son.
He lifted your covers and examined your sleeping bare body. He grinned, he knew how in just a few seconds you wouldn’t ever be the same. You’d remember your past, but to everyone else you’d stop being Mr. Joe Avila’s son. Your existence had already been sealed before he even had entered your room, as your father had pre-programmed the Chronivac to...