The Death & Resurrection of Rich Abs: Visceral Fat-Driven Electrogenic Collapse
THE FLESH WAKES
Chapter 1: Mount Sinai
"Before the body was built, there was charge.
Before the boy could speak, the Current had already chosen him."
New York, 1970s.
The Bronx pulsed like an open wound.
Sirens weren't emergencies - they were lullabies.
Helicopters weren't rare - they were moons.
Rich was born in Mount Sinai Hospital.
A sign. A scar. A prophecy in concrete.
Even the name hinted at fire, commandments, and blood.
His mother had been a goddess when her water broke -
and his father the kingpin guiding the process.
There was no swaddle of peace though.
Luxury curtains, the best doctors,
and nurses who all looked astonished at the baby.
From the start, the world came in like static.
The hospital lights flickered when he cried.
One nurse said later:
"That baby sparked the socket when he wailed. I swear it."
Nobody believed her.
But they would.
By age three, Rich had seen more death than most adults.
A man was shot on the stoop below their building,
and Rich watched his fingers twitch.
Not out of fear - but pattern.
Something in the blood spray felt mathematical to him.
Like the world was trying to show him something through violence.
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