The Samson Pill: Metamorphoses Chapter 6

VI. 17 years ago…

The next few days after Cooper recovered from his illness he felt different.  He couldn’t explain why but he noticed his world differently.  Colors seemed more vibrant and sharp. Conversations he overheard between his parents he seemed to understand. Maybe he just never paid attention before and maybe that was the difference – he paid attention to everything now.  Almost like he couldn’t shut his brain off.  His brain’s computer was on and running all the time. He couldn’t explain any of this to anyone because he was still processing it.  Was this normal and he just never noticed before? His mom noticed something was different but she wasn’t sure how to explain it either. Suddenly, her boy that liked to keep his hair trimmed in a crew cut style now hated getting his hair cut. He refused to let her cut his hair. That wasn’t a battle worth fighting so she let him grow it out. One other thing that was obvious to everyone was he no longer needed his inhaler.  When his mom questioned the doctor, she was told that sometimes “children outgrow asthma.”  She also mentioned to the doctor that he started coming home with stories of winning races at school.  His energy level seemed to spike.  The doctor’s response was to give him some meds which she declined.  It wasn’t an uncontrollable energy; it was more of an intense, albeit focused, energy.  At the first parent-teacher conference after his fever she was told that he was exceling in every subject.  His teacher commented on his outstanding performance.  Even the PE teacher remarked on his ability.  At the previous conference, the PE teacher couldn’t remember who exactly Cooper was.  Up until then, Cooper blended in with the background.  Not anymore.  He was getting noticed, remarked on, and remembered.

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The Samson Pill: Origin Chapter 5

V. 17 years ago…

Cooper Baldwin looked out his bedroom window. The other neighborhood children played tag together and ran in and out of front yards. How he wanted to join them in their games but he couldn’t go out to play. His father had made some house rules, if you stay home from school sick you stay inside. Basically, Jo Baldwin didn’t want his son to use any excuse to stay home sick. What he didn’t realize was Cooper really didn’t want to stay home either. Sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He really was sick.

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The Samson Pill: Origin Chapter 4

IV. One last look at 25 years ago…

Tony Layton was not a patient man.  He had served two tours of duty and now worked as a member of the LAPD Swat Team.  Despite many tedious and dangerous missions that required him to sit tight he still fidgeted when things seemed to slow down too much on a job.  He never could learn to trust the quiet when experience taught him things were about to get noisy. 

His team had been called in to save a well-known party girl who had made the fatal mistake of partying with the wrong crowd.  The silly woman had chosen terrorists to mingle with and now they were holding her hostage in her hotel’s penthouse.  His team was in position waiting to storm inside all they needed was the go order.  But it was slow in coming.  That made Tony nervous.

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The Samson Pill: Origin Chapter 3

III. Still 25 years ago

At the time, Oz was employed by a very wealthy woman that happened to enjoy the anonymity her gender provided her. She played the socialite playgirl well. Despite her public persona she was very much involved in politics and power. Namely, it was her money that was used to buy the election of a small country that year. No one could link her to it though, her pockets ran deep enough to erase any trails that would lead back to her. Besides, who would have thought she would be involved in something so serious?

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The Samson Pill: Origin Chapter 2

II. 25 years ago…

Just north of the Canada border, Henry Buttlefeld sat in the small office he used for his laboratory.  He knew he needed to hurry but his scientist side recognized these things couldn’t be rushed.  After so many failed experiments and tests he believed with all his heart he had perfected his pill.  His creation he called the Samson Pill was ready for its final test subject: him.  He trusted in his calculations and theories.  This would work.  This would fix his flaws.  Comparatively, it was a rather big pill.  But considering all it was about to do it wasn’t that big.  He could swallow it once.  That’s all it would take.  Finally, he would become the man his dad could be proud of. Continue reading