For a moment Ty sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the walls - the white walls - with a grave expression. This soon turned to a smirk as realization set in. If he could truly do anything, without limits, then surely Ty could become as powerful as a God, couldn't he? The temptation was too much to resist.
Half of power was knowledge, wasn't it? Ty closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as he could. This was going to take effort. "I want to know everything." Ty whispered gently, and felt a tremendous surge of electricity pour through him. He reeled back and gasped as it began. Like a pressure steadily building inside of his head, Ty's brain began to fill with everything there ever was or ever would be. Every thing, place, person, thought, feeling, and event. All of history, science, math, space, and time. Everything.
"No. No!" Ty grunted, trying to focus, losing himself to the sudden explosion of growing knowledge. "What have I d-done?"
With a scream, Ty flew forward and collapsed onto the floor, writhing. He felt everything. He was everyone. All possible emotions screamed through him at once. And then, nothing. The process had been too much. He had blacked out.
* * *
When Ty awoke he found himself in a darkened hospital room. With a start he looked around at a number of instruments and realized he was lying in bed with an EKG machine hooked up to his finger. It was deathly quiet except for the low humming of a ventilation fan. He tried to remember what had happened before.
He remembered. He remembered it all. His eyes widened as he suddenly knew everything. He was at Mercy West hospital downtown, specializing in brain surgery with some of the top neurologists in the country. Fourth floor, room 214. It was as if he had been there extensively. Everything was familiar to him. And as he sat up in bed, Ty suddenly had a sudden urge to go home, write a novel, and then break out his chemistry set and develop a cure for the common cold.
He blinked, visions of the Austrailian outback coming through to him, and shook his head. "Okay." He said to himself gently. "It worked, obviously." In the same second he solved a complex formula that would essentially rewrite the laws of physics. "Oh wow. Did it ever work."
"Control." He took a deep breath. "I need control." As he tried to get his head together he saw alien life on fourteen billion planets and all of their strange and incredible forms flashed through his vision in a nanosecond. His jaw dropped. "Holy..."
He closed his eyes in concentration again and gritted his teeth. The flashes became more intense. He saw the formation of the universe, knew that there was not one but hundreds of different Gods in an alternate dimension responsible for its creation, and knew that it was impossible for an infinite universe and infinite dimensions to end at all. That, at least, was reassuring. "Stop the flashes. Let me keep this knowledge but use it at my own pace."
There was no way to control it. Like a balloon filling with air, Ty's brain was uncontrollably recalling everything. "Unnnngh." Ty groaned. He felt it starting. His brain was catching up to what he actually knew. It was growing inside his head and pressing against his skull. He felt like his head was going to explode. Then, he blacked out again.