THE GAME OF LIFE
Life is a game that not everyone knows how to play. It is hidden from the eyes of the average and can only be seen by the extraordinary. Plasma was one of these people, but even different. Everyone knew him as a hacker, the best hacker to ever set upon planet earth. He had done marvelous deeds and revolutionized computing. His childhood was unknown and everything about him was a mystery. The only person who he had ever worked with him was Bruce, who got arrested in one of Plasma's mission. Of course, the police did try various methods of reading his mind, but it was useless. They think he was hypnotized for they did a brain scan and didn't find a chip.
The Quantum Teleporter, otherwise QT, was a machine that was invented by Dr. Phil. The QT was a device able to transport matter, by disassembling every atom, and then reassembling it to the desired location that was set. The QT was complete after 10 long years of research and development.
“Mr. Selvig. Thanks a lot for arriving so quickly,” Dr. Phil said. “ It would be great if you and your FBI team could guard the QT.”
“Yes, Dr. Phil,” Selvig said. “So this here is the room where the QT is located, correct?,” he said pointing to a room which was locked and had a wall made of glass.
“Okay, then. I'll call the team in.”
“Selvig! Where is the QT?” Dr. Phil yelled.
Selvig, with a startled faced, turned around and saw that the room was empty.
“Dr. Phil, I have no idea what happened. My team came here today.” Selvig paused, and then said, “This room does have security cameras. Maybe we can see what happened,”
As they were watching the footage, it suddenly stopped and the screen went blank.
“What happened?, Dr. Phil asked.
“It seems that the camera was switched off,” Selvig responded. They both walked into the QT room and discovered that the security cameras were indeed switched off.
“What are we going to do now Selvig?” an afraid Dr. Phil said.
“Plasma. It seems that he was reawaken,” Selvig said.
“Who Plasma? The best hacker the world has ever seen. A man so mysterious that no one, not even his ex-partner, ever saw his face,”
“I have no idea of how to go on this case. I think we need to call Bruce.”
Selvig walked toward the cell Bruce was in. He snapped five times, and a sleeping Bruce seemed to have woken up.
Selvig spoke to the prison guards, “Can you please leave me and my friend here alone?”
The prison guards nodded and walked away.
“Bruce. My name is Selvig from FBI.”
“Sshh... Let me guess. You are here because Plasma stole something, and you want to recruit me because you people are bunch of losers, and need external help because you are not capable of logical thinking, and your excuse is that I know Plasma the best, correct?” Bruce said in a quiet but confident voice.
Selvig sighed and responded, “More or less. No wonder Plasma chose you. Lets cut to the chase. What do you want in return?”
Bruce took a deep breath and...