I am G.O.O.D

Chapter 1: Dr. Ivan Von Trozic

"THIS IS IT!! THIS IS THE BEGINNING!!!!" Bellowed the amazingly brilliant engineer, Dr. Ivan Von Trozic. But we'll get back to that in a bit.

At the age of 26 this man has acquired what most only dream of: riches, fame, glory, and an IQ of 300. He was a robotics engineer that worked at the University of Florida, but that didn't last very long. When Dr. Trozic first graduated from Harvard, he was offered jobs left and right at institutions, universities, and even in government facilities like the Pentagon. These places were of no interest to him.

Months passed and finally the offer that he was waiting for arrived one late afternoon in the mailbox of his snow covered Rhode Island home. He fixed his scruffy brown hair in front of his mirror in the bathroom and steadily shaved what little points of hair popped out of his chin. Until finally he put on a nice blue cotton shirt, following with a thick black coat. He already had some dark navy jeans so he simply fastened a belt around his waist and finally finished with some fancy brown boots of high quality leather.

With this he opened the front door, a cold bitter wind whispering against his pale skin, making him shiver a bit, and waltzed through all the snow covering his walkway. Upon reaching the mailbox, he obtained a white envelope with a red seal on the back. Excited to see the letter, he hurried back, waving to a nearby neighbor, slamming the front door shut.

His back against the door, Dr. Trozic immediately opened the letter, tossing it to the side as he gets the letter out:

'Dr. Ivan Von Trozic,

We are in need of your intellect and experience here at the University of Florida. It will be a great pleasure having you here to teach our students and to contribute to the university. We hope for you to take this into consideration. You can call me at this number XXX-XXX-XXXX if you are interested.

Sincerely,

Shawn Collow
Dean University of Florida'

His eerie, yet passionate, red eyes, caused by failed experiment on himself, grew, as he made the biggest grin of his life. "This is so great!!" He yelled as he jerked the letter a bit "I can finally start my career... As I am close to her..." Dr. Trozic's eyes were watering but quickly blinked it away. "Marilyn... I hope you haven't forgotten about me after all this time..."

Marilyn was the love of his life. They met at Woodland High School in Georgia. They went to school together at the same grade level for four years without ever crossing paths. Until the day of the last robotics competition Ivan was going to be a part of, at least. He had devised the perfect machine, filled with many blades and shields, to take down the enemy team's robot. And with a few easy seconds his team swiftly won the championship. Marilyn was in the crowd, cheering loudly. After all the celebration dissolved, he told his fellow robo-techs to keep going since he seemed to have forgotten his bag inside. That's when she popped up underneath a street lamp, since they were now outside.

"U-Um... Hey!" She suddenly yelled, making Ivan jump back a few steps, his eyes growing in surprise. "Ah jeez... I-I'm so sorry... It's just that I'm no good... At talking with..." She lowered her voice so that he didn't hear it."Cute guys..." She looked away, her dark hair flowing in response, the street lamp illuminating it magically, and thrusted her hand forward. Her hand was holding on to a handle of Ivan's bag. She felt her face get warm as she spoke up to say, "IjustwantedtoreturnthiswhichIfoundinthebuilding!"

Ivan scratched his head, red eyes beaming in the gloomy night, and slowly approached her. "Uh thanks. Saves me the trouble of having to go back in the building." He sighed in relief as he took the back and equipped it on his back with a thump. "So..." He awkwardly said, eyeing her appearance. The street lamp doesn't help much in details but she seemed to be quite pretty. "What's your name?"