Maximum Resistance - Day 0, the Beginning

Day 0
 
I believe it is a good idea to chronicle the things that have recently transpired, and hopefully will transpire in the future, but where to start.
 
It probably really all started, at least for me, a couple weeks ago. Watching a thief be gunned down on the street by corporate security had a very deep psychological impact on me. That could have been me…would have been me in a couple more hours. I had planned that same theft. Apparently, the information I got was shared with more than just me. Regardless, this was the turning point for me.
 
The container the thief had stolen was perhaps what pushed things even further, but I am still not sure. I reached for the container the thief had dropped as it rolled to me, it jumped at me, well, specifically my belt, as if magnetized. It was stuck tight. In removing it, the container sprung open. The thing was empty! He died…I would have died for nothing. Not wanting any trouble, I returned the container to the security men (as if I had any choice) and went on my way.
 
That night things got strange.
 
I started hearing whispers at first, but I was home alone in my tiny apartment. The walls are thin, but the voices did not appear to be coming from anywhere particular, like wearing headphones that make the music seem to come from all around you. Then the visions, flashes of images, but not quite visual as they stayed when I closed my eyes. Wait, that image had a new ticker at the bottom. Why does everything feel so strange? I can almost…feel?sense?...the area around me without looking. I was starting to get a bit scared and wanted to get away from this feeling. That moment I found myself across the street on the roof of the building I had been looking at from my apartment window.
 
The voices persisted, as well as my confusion. What is going on?! “Okay Max, focus. At least you are wearing clothes.” This is when I looked down to make sure I was still wearing clothes and I was, just not what I was wearing a minute ago. My normal clothes had been replaced by a blue body suit.
 
Maybe I should go to the hospital. No, that would cost me a fortune, and cash is something I do not have. And with this suit on, I am likely to never make it out of the hospital.
 
“Focus don’t panic. Don’t make things worse.” Slowly, the voices and images began to subside. I picked one voice and focused on it. As the others began to fade away, that one voice became clear, is that a radio DJ? Oh great, I am one of those people with a dental problem that picks up the radio. Joy. But I don’t have any dental implants, and they don’t make you appear in different places, where you shouldn’t be.
 
I really need to get back inside, I thought to myself, at which point I found myself back where I had been just moments before. The sound in my head had begun playing music. I didn’t recognize it, but it had a good beat.
 
My phone buzzed at this point, probably my mom texting me. As I extended my hand for the phone, an arc of electricity jumped from my hand to the phone, completely destroying it. “Oh shit!” I probably should be a bit more careful about that. I spent some time testing what I could do and destroyed a few items along the way. I would need to find someplace quiet and out of the way for more testing.
 
Over the next couple of weeks, I was able to learn to use these new abilities; to focus and feel what I think is the full electromagnetic spectrum around me. I can watch TV broadcasts, hear radios, even the police ones, and even sense the frequencies people and items give off. That arc of electricity appears to be a brute force use of my abilities, I can also take the other side of the electromagnetic force and project a physical blast. I also temporarily blinded myself, not sure how, but I think I disrupted my reception of all electromagnetic frequencies. Even the TV signal went away for a few seconds. I also functionally tasered myself. Fortunately, I was able to teleport out of it.
 
This pretty much catches us up to more recent events.