The Origin of Divinehakaii

The cold fusion reactor hums as you power it on for its first full-scale test. You stand before the control panel in your lab, palms sweating. This is it, your big moment. It's taken you years of sleepless nights and personal sacrifice to get here. Not to mention all that schmoozing with the mayor's office for the grant. As you initiate the sequence, movement on a nearby security feed catches your eye. It's Christina Reeves, your lab partner, hunched over an auxiliary control station. She's been rock-solid ever since she came back from her leave of absence, but tonight something seems off about her gain. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, entering commands that make no sense for the experiment. "Christina, what are you—" A blinding flash erupts. The lab trembles, knocking you off your feet. You hit your head and the world goes black. You wake to the pop and fizzle of circuits as the lights flicker and die. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear distant sirens. You struggle to your feet, dazed. Something's different. The lab is in ruins, but there's something else. A feeling, an energy in the air. Outside, through the shattered windows, half the city is dark. You need to figure out what happened, but all the computers seem to be down. You stare dumbly at the terminal in front of you. Suddenly, it flickers to life, as if responding to your mere thought. Your phone buzzes insistently with disaster alerts. You need to learn more, and quickly. You glance up at the computer screen, and a news alert appears: "Terror Attack Rocks Downtown - Rogue Scientist to Blame?" Your own face stares back at you, an old ID photo now labeled "WANTED." Your hands are tingling. You glance down at them. Tiny arcs of electricity dance between your fingertips. What has happened to you? The security feed is dead, too. But as you glance at it, a bolt of electricity shoots out from your hands and turns it back on. As if responding to your panicked thoughts, it rewinds to show Jake's betrayal in crystal clarity. Why would he turn on you? Most importantly, what are you going to do now? You have minutes, maybe seconds, before authorities swarm the building.