My life was great. I was the popular girl with lots of friends, and everyone worshiped the ground I stood on. So boys in particular were a little more open about it. I was happy every day; I was in control of the world around . My world just so happened to be the Jack Baine High School for geniuses. Everyone here had an IQ of at least one hundred and forty, which was the school's lowest score.
Everyone here was destined for greatness.
I was a six-foot-tall beauty with a perfect body that I trained with extre sports. My six-pack was well-defined, my legs were toned, and my well-muscled butt juicy so I didn't look like a muscle freak. I was charismatic and the student president of the council that pretty much ran the school.
The teachers learned that the students were better at running the school than they themselves were and only intervened when things got extre. Our investnt club has brought the school almost into the list of billionaires and was just shy, with only another fifty million to bring it there. I was in charge of these geniuses making the final decisions.
About ten years ago, the governnt learned that geniuses skipping grades all the way to university without eting others like ourselves stunted our growth. Being surrounded by "idiots," in comparison, was bad for our developnt. When you're smarter than everybody else, either you learned you are just better intellectually or were destroyed by the masses for not being the sa as them.
Either way, they learned that putting the best and the brightest together as they were developing would bring humanity even further, so they ca up with a way to pull this off. On the international stage, a politician nad Jack Baine ca out with a bill proposing the creation of a school for the best and the brightest from each country, that no nation had direct control over.
Each country that signed off on it would fund it making it easier to provide the best for these students. This boarding school will then be a place where these students can work towards bettering humanity. No country was allowed to scout them, allowing the students to decide their own future. This was a neutral bill, but the countries with the most power were against it.
When the school was built, the students were required to sign a binding contract to not join any power that didn't fund the school. Thus Jack Baine Elentary and Jack Baine High schools were ford.
I had been going to these schools since they first opened when I was eight years old. My parents were thrilled when I took an IQ test and the result ca out to be 239. I was from a small town in Canada with no more than three thousand people. The town was only alive due to mining a new gold source found in the Northwest territories. The test was my ticket out, and my parents sent away imdiately.
It was a shock going from the small school of ten students where I thought everyone was an idiot to everyone around being a genius themselves. We all quickly adapted and learned to speak roughly six languages each, mostly being the main trade languages: English, Spanish, French, German, Russian, and Swedish. We quickly grew to be each other's rivals and friends.
Everyone had interests that they chose to specialize in. I quickly fell in love with extre sports, but my favorite subject was martial arts. I learned eight different styles with jujitsu, muay thai, karate, boxing, and judo being so of my favorites. I competed in various tournants and prospered. When I left that phase of life after elentary school, I took an interest in leadership.
I wanted to learn to guide others to create the optimal solution through compromise and convincing debate.
I studied everything I could relate to leadership. Diplomacy, psychology, self-help books, I read them all. After a year, I beca our school's beautiful student president. I got the clubs going and pointed them in the right directions to truly separate our school from the rest of the world so that no country had control over us.
The only thing I couldn't get rid of were the guards surrounding the place for our protection. It wasn't a good situation, as I had discovered when I beca the student council president. We had an average of forty-five attempted break-ins a month either through the internet or physically trying to steal the students' work. That wasn't even counting the attempts to shoot their way in.
The superpowers that decided not to sign the bill realized their mistake and found their technological gap decreasing at frightening speed as our students were becoming their chosen field's leading experts. Eventually, I had our students start making self-defense weapons to protect the school. This was my biggest regret. I learned sothing new that soone as smart as should have seen coming.
No matter how smart soone is, without experience, they are bound to fuck up at so point.
I was eighteen at that point, six feet tall with double D breasts and a chiseled body made by the gods. I was quite proud of it. I had wide hips creating a perfect hourglass figure, and people would kill for my thick muscle toned thighs and perfect legs. My feet could make soone with a foot fetish build a shrine to worship them.
My body was beautiful and many would call a narcissist with how proud of it I was. But none of that mattered as I heard gunfire in the background mixed with the screams of my fellow geniuses, who only wanted to create. I heard everything. I sat at my desk with a simple three fifty-seven magnum with six rounds. I was dood.
Arican soldiers were slaughtering the students furthering humanity just because they didn't want their rivals to have them. It looked like they were capturing as many as possible on the TV screens showing video surveillance. They were in the compound, killing the soldiers defending us, and capturing the students they could, killing who they couldn't.
The soldiers were pissed at the casualties we inflicted with our new defense towers, but I had one last surprise ready as they neared .
I slowly shed tears for my mistake. This was all my fault, and I only knew it weeks after I suggested the creation of weapons to defend ourselves. I paled when I realized what I started as the students proudly showed their work. One showed an automated drone that could hold six hundred rounds with three fire patterns and perfect accuracy.
Another happily showed an exo suit that could shrug off small arms fire. More and more inventions were brought forward. The one that made realize the problem was an emp bomb without needing any nuclear explosion that could temporarily bring a country back to the stone age.
That's when I knew what was going to happen, and so frantically told the students to do whatever they could to manufacture more defenses, enough to stop a literal army coming down on us. I set up a missile launcher because I knew we only had one option, aggressive neutrality. We didn't make it in ti.
The Aricans would not tolerate anyone who can challenge their ability to bully the rest of the world.
The door burst open, and I didn't point my magnum at the soldiers; I pointed it at myself, to my head, and smiled at them, my perfect teeth showing. I heard over the surveillance systems that the soldiers wanted alive. Out of everyone in the school, I knew the most about our work. They were also raiding the school computers for all the information on what we created over the years.
"Girl, put down the gun. You don't want to do this." a soldier said in English to , trying to talk out of killing myself. I laughed and grabbed sothing out from under the desk.
"Put your commander on speaker, grunt. I have a few words for him. If he doesn't agree," I pull out a button hooked to a deadman's switch attached to myself. "I will press this button. I won't tell you what it will do, but I will say this," I pause, feeling like I was in a movie. My grief, though, kept my head clear.
My anger fueled the fire I felt when I said, "You will not like it." My smile blossod with crazy zeal on my beautiful face. It creeped out the soldier, and I put down the gun and picked up the remote for so classical music. Flight of the bumblebee ca on, and I giggled and picked up the gun again with the soldier watching .
"This is General Getty," I laughed at a subtle gaming joke I heard with his na. "You asked to talk to , School Council President."
"Ah, yes, I wish you all to leave, General Getty, for this ga is either starting or about to end for both parties. I want you to release all students you have captured and to compensate us for all the casualties your terrorist organization has caused us, or I will press this button." The soldier looked at , irked at what I called the US Army.
"Well, Ms. Chelsea, we are not a terrorist group, and you have no ans to negotiate with us," he replied, and I sighed. I knew it was a long shot. The reason I couldn't tell him what my next move was that they could stop it if I did.
"That's a sha, Mr. Getty. Then it's ti to write GG for the Aricans. You may have won this battle but you lost this war." I pressed the button, and rumbling was heard. "That, Mr. Getty, was an EMP missile aid at the center of the United States.
I have also gifted the world the knowledge of how to make things here you're trying to take for yourselves. It is a very robust package and will take so ti, you have..." I look at the TV behind him with a new countdown of our communication system uploading our information onto the internet for everyone to see, "five minutes for the world to receive what you have fought and killed us for.
That missile is enough to send you to the stone age, Mr. Getty. Good playing with you, GG." I told him as I saw the soldier's dawning realization of what was happening and then running to tackle .
Everything was in slow motion for . My breathing quickened, my gun under my chin as all my choices have brought here. I breathed my last breath as the soldier leapt over the desk. The world watched as the Arican army took out our defenses. Our surveillance systems have recorded all of this.
I have created a new era in this world, and my smile is beautiful; it is the smile of a champion, recorded and spread worldwide. I hope my sacrifice has aning, I think, in my head.
With that, I pull the trigger as I first feel the touch of that soldier, and my world ends.
Blackness. Followed with a clapping sound, and suddenly the world around is a study. A small girl sits clapping in front of .
"What the fuck?" It was a first for to be this confused.
"Hello, Martyr Chelsea. You may have noticed the new world around you." Says the small girl in front of . "Welco to my world. Although you can not stay here long, I was so happy with what I witnessed that I decided to talk to you." She giggled at my confused face. "I have decided to save you for a ga of the gods. As the Goddess of Martyrdom, you were a pri example of my domain.
Sacrificing yourself for a new era to dawn on your world, while killing millions and dooming more, to escape a bully using their power to keep the rest down. I was delighted with it."
"Wha-"
"Sorry, Chelsea, I can't answer most of your questions because that would be against the rules. I will put you into a new world, and you will be given a random system, but you can never reincarnate again because of this. Now, I will leave you with one thing, the consequences of your sacrifice.
Your friends and fellow students died when the second bomb went off, destroying everything the US Army tried to achieve by attacking you. The majority of Arica went lights out, and the enemies they spent years collecting brought the hamr down as most of the military they took pride in was useless scrap from the EMP bomb.
The world basically went into various wars for five years, coming down eventually to make a new governnt, but this ti a new world order for the advancent of humanity as a whole was ford. The school was rebuilt and made a monunt to you and your fellow students for the sacrifice you made."
My tears flowed. I was shocked that right after my sacrifice, I learned what ca of it. I was touched. My hands covered my mouth as I cried, happy that I started a new era.
"Your video with your friends fighting and your eventual suicide for the cause is now a video all students watch as a history tape, it's required learning to show the dedication for the human race everyone should strive for." I sobbed. I was immortalized, leaving my mark for centuries. "Now Chelsea, I need you to pay attention, as your new world is vastly different from your old one.
I can't say anything about it here, but good luck."
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