This choice: Kevin, a mature and responsible 12 year old boy from Los Angeles • Go Back...Chapter #6Kevin, a mature and responsible 12 year old boy... by: Kilbil   12:00 General Mountain Time.
It was always the most ideal time of the day for Kevin, in his humble opinion. From space, he could see the stars twinkling all around him, of course, but it was only at that specific time that he could see his favorite star from his favorite seat. The Polar Star would always shine the brightest at this time, and he never missed a chance to view it when he could. It was only a few short minutes that the star would hang like that before leaning away. At that time, he would have to get up, lest his seat on the Eastern Part of Greenland sink to the bottom of the sea from the sheer pressure he put on it.
Kevin Carlin was 450 miles tall, just about the size of an asteroid. This was something he took very, very seriously, as he was still on the Earth, and not up there, floating in the cosmos. Kevin had long figured out that he could survive in the depths of space, easily able to withstand the overwhelming non-existence of air, not even needing a single breath. He didn't know if it was because of evolution, or if it was something else entirely. He had no memory of any parents, or any siblings or anything like that. He did have vague memories of a field and a house somewhere, but he could barely recall anything before a bright flash overcame his senses and he ended up...here. There was every chance that he wasn't even human anymore, even though no matter how he looked up and down himself, he still had the same small nose, the same short brown hair, and the same golden-brown skin that he would expect a normal human being to have. Either way, every bit of oxygen that he didn't greedily steal from the world was good in his book.
He didn't know why he ended up this size, or why he was the only one this happened to. For all he knew, something similar happened to others like him, but many were so insignificantly small that he couldn't see them. Every once in a while, though, he could see some tiny people on the landscape, terrorizing small green patches down below. All he knew was that this meant he had one responsibility, and one responsibility alone: to make sure that he protected the Earth from threats like himself, and that meant sacrifices had to be made.
Of course, in response to the tinies, he didn't necessarily kill them like the pests they were. That would cause far more damage than necessary. Rather, all that he needed to do was to pluck them from where they were and give a look that ensured that no further trouble would be caused. They would then become his little siblings, and he would always make sure to set a good example to his little siblings.
Of course, to get around places, he had a perfect memory of the exact geographic location of cities all over the world, and had a precise map of the ocean currents and where different migration groups of birds were likely to travel. The world was essentially a neatly laid-out map for him - one that had markers and destinations clearly laid out in his head. He, of course, would always make sure to avoid treading anywhere there was any sort of population, at any point. On the rare times where he would need someplace to sit, there were impressions on the Earth here and there that had been marked as his. He would always have to make sure that he ducked through the space debris as well. The endless procession of satellite bits and rock served as an annoyance at the best of times, but he felt that he was at least doing his part by clearing the atmosphere out.
He wasn't exactly the smartest around. Far from it. There were undoubtedly times he messed up in protecting the Earth and setting a good example for his little sibs. But he was the only one who could do what he did. And that meant he had to keep on the course.
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