You drove up to your best friend's house. His name was Kevin, and he had a son named Michael. Everyone named him Mikey or just Mike. Kevin worked as a bookkeeper at a large firm so he wasn't home much. Mike was just starting the second grade in elementary school and he was having a hard time fitting in because the boy was rather shy and quiet but still very smart.
You walk up to the door and ring the doorbell and wait as Kevin opens the door. Kevin smiles as he opens and lets you in. He's always been happy to see you especially since his wife died of cancer a year before. Kevin has had a struggle raising Mikey on his own because of his work but he has managed somehow but you have jumped in and taken Mikey to the movies or to the toy store on an occasion. You love Mikey like your own kid, even though Mikey suffers from asthma and a mild case of epilepsy. Kevin has to constantly take Mikey to the doctors because of this so you hope that your formula will cure all of the boy's illnesses in one shot.
You sit down on the couch and you show Kevin the container with the God-formula.
"Is this it? Is this the formula which you have been working on for the last three years?" he asks you.
"Yes! Now, if we give this to Michael, it will cure him of his asthma and his epilepsy!" you tell him.
Kevin shakes the container.
"Wow, John...You won't know how much this means to me... If this really works..." he replies.
"It will make your son omnipotent...He will become extremely strong and powerful... He will never be sick or hurt again! he will live forever!" you explain.
"John... I'm very grateful.... I don't know what to say..." Kevin smiles.
He stands up as he slowly walks to the bedroom down the hall. You get up and follow him.
Both of you walk into a bedroom at the end of the hall.
A young boy, eight-years-old, is sitting at his desk, doing his homework. He has brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hey, sport!" you say to the boy. He looks up to you and smiles.
"Hi, Mr. James!"
Michael jumps of the chair and walks up to you. He gives you a firm hug.
"Hey there, champ! I brought you something that will make you feel better..." you say to him as you show him the container. "Here, drink all of this!"
You and Kevin stand back as Michael holds the container and sniffs the orange liquid from the cap.
"What is it?" he asks.
"It will make you feel great!" you reply. "It will make you stronger!"
"Ohh..."
He looks at Kevin, who nods.
"Go ahead and drink it, son. Have you taken a puff from your inhaler?"
"Yeah!"
"Go ahead! Drink it!"
Michael tilts his head back a bit as he slowly gulps down your formula. You see the quantity of your formula in the container decrease as the young boy drinks from it, slowly transforming into a young God.
After a few moments, Michael has consumed every drop of your formula.
"Ahhh... That was delicious!" he says as he hands you your container, which is completely empty. "That was good timing since I was really thirsty from doing all my homework!"
"Wow! School just started and you got homework already?" you ask him.
"Yeah... I got three assignments!" Michael replied. "I had math, English, and... Uhh..."
Michael just stood there for a moment, when he froze.
"Michael?" I asked him.
He closed his eyes and moaned for a moment. I figured the God-powers were about to kick in.
Then, his entire body was suddenly surrounded by a bright, blue glow! It was amazing! It was like he had become an angel!
Michael suddenly started to levitate in mid-air as his entire body started to rise up off the ground!
"Ohmygosh!" Kevin gasped. "What the heck is happening?"
"His God-powers are kicking in!" I said to him. "Don't touch him! He's gonna be alright!"
Michael's body rose up to almost five feet above the ground! The blue glow around his body was very bright for a few moments!
Michael cringed for a moment until he opened his eyes again.
"Michael? Are you alright? Son? SON?" Kevin asked in a panic.
"I feel great, dad..." Michael replied calmly, with his voice seeming to come from all corners of the room."I've never felt better!"
"What... What's going on?" Kevin asked me. "What did you do to him?"
You turned to face Kevin as Michael slowly descended back to the floor in all his wonderful divine glory.
"Your son is now... God!"
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