Bookworm society part 2

A tale of role player backstory for a villain named Bookworm

Like many of my adventures, they start out in a library or bookstore or bar with a reading section set aside. There I was in an old part of Columbus, Ohio. The bar I guess was actual in Reynoldsburg or a section of the town close to Columbus the bar has a reading section.

I was drinking and reading aged comic books from the 70s. I had finished a comic and was reading the old advertisement. I enjoyed reading. The advertisement in the old colors of the comic section Sea Monkeys turning the page. An advert about the civil war soldiers tiny ones 150 packages with bridges and three cannons. I did not see that advert in some years. Next to the advertisement was an odd advert. Mr. Lee’s school of superhero training. The advertisement showed a man being splashed by water from what looked to be a teapot. Reading more out of curiosity. The ad states to survive boiling water, sharp steel stabs, and falling into water at high heights. A mailing address in California and phone number at the bottom of the page. An old circle mark from a pen around the advert. Below the advertisement is the words I wish this to be true. For the fun of it, I called thinking 40 years had passed the school had too. A person answered, “Mr. Lee’s school of superhero training.”

Wondering more than anything I asked how much was the school and if the school was still in California? The answer depends on the stay and yes only one in California. I asked about the classes. Along about the time frame getting more interested in the training than I ought to at an old reading bar. The courses were short term. One could take usual two a day. Or if there was a desire a person could choose a polyphonic sleep course. Three weeks before taking a two-week course. The sleep program would potential allow for one to take five courses within a two-week time frame. The idea intrigued me.

I called, and I asked for a course catalog. There was a pause on the phone. How certain are you about taking the courses. Was the question with an implied the lady did not want to waste postage on a want to be a superhero? I answered that I had gone through an accident and had two months of vacation saved up. I could hear the smirk at the other end of the line. She took my mailing address.

I received the catalog three weeks later. I had forgotten so when I opened the large-size envelope the catalog surprised me. The courses were wild and amazing. Memory improvement course which I was reading about in the library. There was a teacher who had won some recollection award of memorizing pi to 3,000 places.

The first course on the catalog was on how to withstand electricity shock. The teacher has taken 30 times the amount of electricity. One time was the normal amount would kill a man. Another on polyphonic sleep training to allow a person to sleep only four hours a day.

There with a section of the program allowed to be home-schooled. More mind courses on studying to be a human calculator. Or memorize piano music by listening to the music once. Courses on climbing walls and acrobatics. Taught by a person called the human spider. A course that says a special trainer will to be announced. Who will show how to mimic spider-silk and climb buildings like Spiderman?

Swordsmanship, hand-eye coordination. The course allows a person to cut either a bullet shot at them. Or allowing a person to throw a fruit with a hand. While using the same hand to cut the fruit in half before the fruit reached the ground or sword swallowing.

I took the catalog to work the next day. Between conference calls listening to program build ups and software development. I browse the catalog circling the courses of most interest. I selected the polyphonic sleep training. I was figuring for two months I could work out lose weight and sleep. While taking on an additional five courses all within a two-week vacation period.

I filled out my vacation request form and sent it into headquarters. In two or three days, I get a response approved. Next, I fill out a credit card application. The courses run a thousand dollars per week. Plus room and board, along with the flight I figure, I will spend nine thousand to learn some very useful skill sets. Skills that I acquired over a very short time. I pay my first thousand for the polyphasic sleep course. Expecting something different.

What I received was something which not disappointing. Nevertheless, not what I expected. A daily routine. Charts with workout instructions for the other four courses. Which I had applied for including some additional daily exercises. The chart with a circle around the word most useful to succeed in becoming a superhero. The polyphasic sleep course breaks the day into six-hour time tables. And one hour to nap or sleep and five hours to stay awake and do something creative. Or bored to death in the middle of the night when there is nothing to do. The first few days were exciting because I used the whole workout delivered.

I went to the library and checked super memory books on how to improve my mind. As a supplemental course book suggested. I signed up for a seven-day free trial at the local gym that stayed opened 24 hours a day. There I took up weightlifting and a spin class to increase my flexibility. During the workday was the difficulty.

Due to my work schedule requiring 9 to 11 hours a day. I had to take a lunch nap which required me to stay even later at work to show that I spent my time at work. The problem of being honest is actually doing the work. For two weeks before the vacation, I learned memory, went from 21 percent body fat down to 11 percent. I gained flexibility to do forward rolls, backward rolls, and learned to stand on my hands for 15 minutes.

Those two weeks were not bad for a thousand-dollar investment. I chose three other courses along with memory and sleep. They are sniper lessons. The ability to hit a target 1,000 meters away within a week or your money back. Train your arms to supply a superpower blow like a tiger claw and hold your breath for 6 to 10 minutes to dive to 150 feet. I had always wanted to join the military. However, being an Aries but asthmatic, and allergies had removed that career path. So I thought learning to shoot while on vacation would be worthwhile.

The tiger claw description and a picture of Bruce Lee striking a brick with an open hand claw. Was enough to make me want to be fearsome. The breathing technique. The description about the diving course. It made sense to me. And I hoped would allow me to run again. Because of all the pollen in the air, my breathing was hard on a normal day. For the sniper program. I started right away on eye coordination because of wearing glasses. I learned the basic standing or offhand position.

You have seen the movies where the good or bad-guy turns so that their left side is facing their target. Place the feet is important, like left foot to the right of the target. Or having both feet about shoulder length apart. I learned the hard way. Example bring the rifle up to your face instead of bending your head down or your face ends up with a rash burn on your ear. Snug the rifle to your shoulder while you breathe in, hold the rifle, and pull the trigger.

All this I learned at Bob’s Alley gun shop lesson for those who want to buy an AK-15. Six lessons during my extra five hours two weeks prior to going on my vacation. Luck had me stumble upon a coupon which allowed me in for free. The other four main firing positions. Such as kneeling, prone, sitting, and squatting I would learn on my vacation.

The tiger style kung fu punch required me to start right away doing pushups. Then strengthening my fingers by removing one finger at a time. Until I could do 1,000 push up normal and 100 three finger push ups. Since I started right away. I also learned that there are quite a few techniques to memorize 23 stances, 17 blocks, and 15 punches. Again being cheap. I signed up for five weeks of free classes at several studios. And took the classes simultaneously using my recently added memory. I learned all 23 stances, most of the blocks and the 15 punches without being able to break a brick. I also learned that a tiger punch was more of a facial palm heel racking. Along with the fingernail punch not a brick breaking punch.

The humor of a comic book drawing bringing me into a realization that the world lies often. For the diving the 24 hour gym there was a pool. However, I learned that the quickest way to being able to hold your breath longer was to lose weight. I went from 21 percent body fat down. Rather quickly to 11 percent adding sit ups and lunges to strengthen my stomach muscles. I started out day one being only able to hold my breath for 20 seconds.

I figured by adding practice time and training I could hold longer. The pushups, sit-ups, and lunges with reduced body fat. Along with practicing got me to hold my breath to five minutes before getting on my plane for my vacation. During this sleep training change. Along with memory workout and adventures with kung fu at night gyms. Along, with swimming, my mind improved on working as a scheduler. I could remember dates better and conversations better. This cut down on a lot of recollection and rework. I could other people’s decisions during reporting periods. Day of my flight was exciting. However, there was a complication I got called into work. Working on the Orion program was fun.

My job was intense meeting people that were building the future spacecraft to go to the asteroid belt. The program continued to have problems. The technical issue was a female engineer. Her quality inspection of safety to the parachute system. Her cost an extra fifty-five million dollars. The oddity to show that the mathematics of her probability would never come true. On one of the many teleconferences I had to listen into. The inspector started yelling and screaming that math proves nothing.

Myself, curious enough to open the document, which was a probability statement. The charges to fire the parachute had to malfunction eight times. Then the door would have to hit the parachute line not once but eight times. The end summary. Probability was a one in 32 million chance. That all eight charges would fail. At once hitting the eight lines attaching the parachute causing a fatality. The math simple enough for me to understand. So I interrupted. The teleconference being only an newe analyst person. And I tired of hearing a woman screaming about a probability.

My question was simple. Which part of the math statement in the equation did she not agree with. Silence on the phone. She did not reply. Her comment after a time was to ask who asked and what right did I have to ask it. I responded who I was and silence. Someone was laughing; I think they, thought they were on mute. The woman just was silent. The meeting continued in a different direction. Since I had to present on my information at the end of the meeting. I was quick and procession on detail on my topic. The meeting ended, and I stayed online to finish the minutes. I had not cut off the conference call when I heard two of the NASA team members talk. Anyone on? I tried to get my mute button off but the headset and paperwork on my desk got in my way.

The tone - laughter “Well that was an unexpected meeting,” said a person. “Yes, I thought (name of the woman) would explode,” said the other. “Who is Clinton?” I was not sure, which asked the question. “He took over for Shirley.” “Well, he is trying to do his job and keep the program on schedule.” “Yes, if no one has told him we are punting the program until 2021.” “What? Why?” “Unofficially technical problems. The whole program is going to be oil canned for two or three years. After that it will be back. By that time, the government will announce that they have contacted by aliens.” This conversation took place so fast that by the time I got the mute button off that was what I had heard. “Forgive, me,” I said with that the conference call talker’s hung up. I finished my notes from the meeting and sent them out and checked out.

I hurried to the airport. Arriving in California via route of Utah, I introduced myself to a lady that boarded there in Utah. Her name believe it or not was Pink. She was not wearing anything Pink in fact she was very Gothic all in black. She interested in me. Looking back, I guess losing weight and having muscles pays-off. But at the time I was more into listening to her talk. She had a voice that could melt your heart. She was going to California for training and if I understood a singing career. We both got off the plane, and it surprised me to see her trying to catch a cab outside. I would stay at a youth hostel and needed a ride. I asked where she was going only to discover we were going to the same location.

We caught a ride together. It was Sunday late having been on a plane eleven hours and worked four hours that day they tired me. The hostel was nice bunk beds and community shower. I locked my stuff up in the locker provided put on shorts and went to shower. Not seeing a man or woman sign just seeing a shower sign I went in a got ready for a shower.

Surprise surprise when Pink waked in the buff. At least she was not shaved from the eyebrows down. She had hairy legs, and underarms she pretended to cover up. Myself manhood is what manhood does when seeing beauty. She said something enjoy looking for a shower to shave. I turned around trying not ogle her anymore than I had already done. She laughed, which like music to my ears. Silly boy and out she went to another shower. Instead of a relaxing warm shower that night I was freezing cold.

Though parts of me stood out. That night memory lessons, pushups, sit-ups, and leg curls got me to sleep well for my hour. During the dead of night while sleeping I felt a warm embrace. Pink whispered something like I was cold. Thinking of the cold shower I could agree with her. But her embrace warm, and we slept the hour away. Getting up she was already moving to. I had to ask her if she needed more sleep. She laughed again with that wonderful sound. No she was going to Mr. Lee training to in the morning. Surprised I asked what classes. She was going for breathing training. This was to help her sing, and two other classes which as I recall were not on the list. I asked how she got into the two and her statement was evasive. Arriving at Mr. Lee’s training school was a let down.

The building is non descriptive. Entering with Pink I give my forms to Ms. Olive. She looked it over and gave me a box to put my stuff in. Then handed me a suit showing a dressing room. Pink went someplace. Coming out in the suit I was meet by a guy introducing himself as Jim. He was to be my shooting instructor. He let me know that he was a former Marine sniper. Who had gone through a lot ofextral marksmanship training. The class had me and three ladies. The instructor started out with the standing position. Stating that the position is the hardest. And the rest required less concentration because of balance. Somehow I had missed that part at Bob’s gun shop. The first position standing i nailed the target at the starting distance. Then the next five distances. Jim impressed. At the longest distance I hit the target again. Laughing Jim said I was a natural and to sit out while the ladies did their practice run.

Linda a fitness instructor talented demanded. Yet she missed the target after the third distance. She swore like a person with personal issues. Jill with her dear eyes did not even hit the first target. Jenny a soldier. She was out to prove something. She did the first five target only missing the last one. Yet getting the corner of the target paper from the farthest distance. That was my first class. Jim took me aside and said I should pay splits instead of for a full class. Not understanding. He said that my natural ability would do. He suggestion was for me to skip sniper training. And that I should try to get into another class but only have to pay for one. That was my first five hours.

Sleeping on the floor Jill awoke me. I am not sure why women were coming onto me. But she comfortable so I embraced her for my hour nap and sleep like a baby. Getting up we both did exercises together in silence. She went to her next class which I believe was how to be a human spider and I went to my class on how to throw a punch like a tiger. The class instructor was a lady. She introduced herself as Ms. Claw. There were three of us, the two guys Bob and Robert snickered at Ms. Claw.

Myself, intimidated. Reason, she looked like a supermodel with muscles. She asked each of us our training and background while looking over our paperwork. Bob had a long list of belts and studies. Robert was a boxer. I felt like the newbie I was out of place. She instructed Bob to throw a punch Tiger style open palm at a board. His fingers clawed the board making long scratches. Ms. Claw asked Robert to do the same. Instead of an open palm he broke the board with his fingernails. My turn and all I could do was the tiger open palm punch which left nothing on the board. She then instructed us. She on a personalized different style of punch. and said to throw a thousand punches at a punching manikin. After which she gave each of us an extra set of sit ups, push ups and to run two miles. Not having run anytime in my life since high school I asked about timing. She said run it to get your muscles to work. After all that I went for my nap. Bob and Robert went out to club.

Again I found myself awaken for a moment by Jill. Her dear eyes made me wonder. I was about to talk but she closed her eyes and slept as did I. The third class was on memory. I entered and surprised. There was me and Pink in the room. She was silent. The instructor walked in. Introduced himself as Mr. Wizard ask questions on what techniques we used. I had used a short version of remember four to six items in a roll. While Pink explained she was using a memory palace to story her thoughts. Mr. Wizard impressed with Pink. She had memorized almost every top 10 songs from country, to rock for the past 20 years. He asked me why I did not use the memory palace technique also. I explained I did not have a home that I could recall where to put everything. He provided me a question about where I liked to eat or favorite fast food place. He then instructed me to use that place to store my ideas or a library. Being more open to a library I used one that I knew from heart as a child.

Pink did not speak to me through the class. At the end of the class, Mr. Wizard gave me a book and informed me to memorize it by tomorrow. And with that the class was over and time for me to nap. I went to nap on the floor. This time was more awkward. I awoke to find Jill embracing me with Pink holding me like a love pillow. But I said nothing sleeping between the warmth. Getting up, I did my regular sit-ups and push-ups. The ladies got up and went elsewhere.

The final class was holding my breath. I entered and Pink was there. She was stretching splits backside facing me. She smiled looking upside down at me. The coach a world class swimmer from the Olympics. Ms. Green introduced to hold a brick and try to stay down there as long as you can be the statement. I jumped in with the brick. Five or seven minutes later, I awoke with Pink breathing into my mouth. She knew I was okay because she started to use her tongue. The class was more interesting after that. Ms. Green required me to lose another two percent body fat and do extra pushups to build up my chest. Pink seemed more interested in looking cute.

After the class, I said thank you so much and offered to pay for a drink. Pink accepted. Pink loves rum and well so do I. We drank and told stories of fun, love, and we got to be good friends. The timer rings on my watch time to go to sleep. We walk back to the hostel. This time I did not even think. I just curled up with her and slept like I was a teddy bear in a little girl’s arms. I get up with the clock ding and start push ups. Pink gets up and takes a shower. Somewhere along the while Jill has came in and hugged spooned me the hour away. She smiled and slept more. Getting back to the sniper class. They informed me that my target hits had gotten me a chance to switch to another class if I hit everything that day. I It still allowed me stay if I wanted but the decision was I did good as is. I hit the targets. This was a surprise and well; I wanted to try the cyborg build class to see what I could do for my leg which was missing.

Walking into the class there was no one there but an instructor who did not introduce himself. Asked what I wanted. I asked for help with my prosthesis. They then asked me to sit and watch a welding and molding video. Exciting I could build a model with a 3D printer. For my leg replacement. The design with springs and shocks could allow me to run faster than I could in high school when I had my foot. By the end of class I am excited to have a rough model of a leg that with springs and shocks would allow me to run. I had not run in years because of the pain and effort it took to balance. I went to sleep with Pink and Jill with a smile on my lips. For whatever reason Pink and Jill both kissed me. I was happy and well other parts of me showed that. Getting up, I went to kung fu class.

Ms. Claw instructed on a new technique. And she requested all of us to add a 1,000 punches within the class time. She meant I believe to increase our speed by requiring the punches within that class time. I tore a fingernail off and did the additional punches. My tiger claw I could now scratch the board a quarter of inch and break a brick with a punch that I had learned. Sleeping Pink was not there but Jill was. This time she was more active because she wanted something or was moody. Her hands brushed me in places and held me in an embrace that was strong and wild. Getting up, I did my exercises while Jill stared and smiled. Going to memory class. Mr. Wizard had us memorize Pi to 300 places. And then first couple of pages of the dictionary. By using the palace technique. I was having difficulty. Yet, I could pull off the answers to most of the questions.

Example on the words asked and got to 212 place of pi before flubbing up. Going to sleep in the hostel only Pink found me there and hugged me for that hour. She was tired. Getting up going together to the breathing lesson she spoke. “Are you interested in me,” she asked. My response was more of a way of realization. “Yes” She smiled and asked, “What about Jill?” “Yes” Her smile got even bigger. Breathing class this time was different. They paired me with Pink and the instructor Ms. Green said to do deep breathing while kissing. This was something new, but the thrill was there and Pink was into it. I again passed out but was awoken by Pink’s tongue. Getting up I exercise and go to my classes. I check my phone which I had turned off. The first 49 messages were about a problem and that I should cut my vacation short and get back there fast. The 50th was a "you are fired" call. Unexpected. That day to some relief was close to my last day. But there was something new. Mr. Lee training school was holding a job fair. Being without a job I went. Now this was different. There was a white, gray, and black line. Choice one and be happy. Looking down the path of each I noticed my old company’s logo on the white path so I decided not to go that way. I could not see anything on the gray path and well black was more like my mood anyway. Going black I did not realize. Because the sign covered did not show. That the significance but that would change my life forever. I put my resume in with a short term contract to guard a library of historical villain books. The owner showed for whatever purpose that he truly owned the books. And he was afraid of people coming into steal them.

Loving books. I asked during the interview if I could read some of them. And the interviewee just stared like I was the first person to ask that of him. Anyway, my first bad guy job was to guard a library of books. I got there at the appointed time. They assigned me to walk a catwalk with shelves upon shelves of ancient looking books. The titles were in French, Italian, German, and a few in English, which were rather scientific. The life and death of such-and-such. How to turn ore into metal. It centered the huge collection on the shelves on a reading room, which I got to pass every 30 minutes. There was a table with a huge book. The book guarded by what? I was told to do not touch that the book was booby trapped. I watched night after night and saw that the whole booby trap was a plate sensor that rigged to a blow gun. I got to speak with the owner of the book a few times more than the other three guards. I asked if I could borrow one of his books titled how to build a spacecraft by Nicola Tesla.

The owner whose name shall remain anonymous agreed upon the condition that I wrote a summary of the book. Since he was allowing me the use of the book, I agreed. The book was wonderful. It was full of explanations and ideas that would have been useful at my old job, but now I had the leisure to read while staying up. My memory courses were useful. In that I even remembered some math and chemistry when written about later in greater detail. Working nights and reading days I just got a flat with Jill and Pink which I used as a storage place. When I had time off Jill and Pink used me as a sleep pillow. The owner of the library allowed me to check out books. After working there for four months and providing him with summary reports. One night at home I found a third lady had groped me and was hugging me. She introduced herself and started talking about my employer as if he was bad. I took a picture of her and went to work.

At work I showed the owner her picture. He knew her and called the other two guards together. They had seen her too. Because of their lack of communication it reassigned them. I later learned the owner let go those two due to this discovery. Anyway I kept on reading. Then summarizing and got involved with a plot to hide the book called the Book of life. And show a false book which if followed would cost whoever stole the book more money. Because of they placed a chemistry of O2 in the formula making the whole formula unstable and deadly. The night of the attack took place. The whole night was normal until the attack. One moment paying attention to the shadows. And doing a tiger exercise in which I hit an assaltant without realizing she was there. My tiger claw sent her sprawling. She somersaulted but then the training Mr. Lee class had provided. She was a professional for two knives flashed towards me. One stuck me in the chest. a bulletproof vest took the impact. While the other knife I blocked with my elbow guard. She was up and moving towards the book. Not sure if the trap had been set or not. And trying to do less damage to the books on the shelves. I tried to stun her with a throwing ball which I had been practicing with at Mr. Lee training center. I threw the impact was a more deadlier than I expected shattering her face. She went down for the count. By this time the owner had shown up with a few more backups. Seeing her he examined her. Looking at me he said she was dead. This was my first time killing anything. All my life I had read and been nice now to become a killer over a book. They called the authorities. The police took my statement and the owner provided a video recording of the whole action fight. My hitting her by accident made me look like I could see through the dark. For she was not see able and upon examination her outfit. In the suit they discovered to it fitted with cameras mirroring her surroundings. Luck was with me. Getting done with the police and work shift I went home. Luck is a fickle friend.