“Wow! Hercules is so strong, I want to be able to time travel, and be like him too!” The kid whispered, whilst eating McDonalds potato fries, “The salt in this is strong…” He murmured to himself. He was a scruffy kid, he had somewhat dirty clothes, and ruffled up hair, he didn’t do well in school, he was average, he didn’t stand out, he was normal, except from his clothes. He had a secret love for Greek mythology, even though he knew it was Heracles in Greek, Hercules in Roman, but he didn’t care, he knew they where basically the same. He wanted to be rich, he wanted to be a hero, he wanted to be 6 foot tall (He was about 11 inches under average) he wanted to stand out. But he stood under. He was creative in his imagination, and who he was in his imagination. His name is David. “David! Go to sleep” A woman shouted from downstairs.

“Ok Mum!” David replied. Then he tucked himself in, and fell asleep, he was more tired than after an hour of PE. Then he fell asleep as his head hit pillow.

“Dang it, dang it,” the man shouted. He was in a lab, for Potatoes Ltd. They were a highly successful produce farm, specifically potatoes, turned corrupted company, by a corrupted businessman. We wanted to rule the world, by implanting advanced AI in produce to hack into every government installation/ every corner of the internet to have total, and absolute control over Earth, and the solar system. Humans had colonized the solar system at this point. He was a giant, 7 foot tall, with muscles that could shred an apple with only flexing the biceps, he could lift a boulder, ten times his height, and 100 times his weight. He’s the son of a well known God, The King Of Gods, Zeus, meaning that son is Hercules.

“How am I here?” Hercules thought to himself. First in his home, in the great city of Rome, to here, a futuristic utopia, crumbling under the feet of the produce he thought so weakly of, ones that he ate. The Potato. He couldn’t even fathom this possibility, in a world, where his Father could do anything he wanted, at the stamp of his foot, or just lifting his hand. This is something beyond his strength. Hercules stopped in his tracks, “No running, never again” he murmured. If he was going to die, he was going to die fighting.

He launched up, face to leg with The Potato. Then kick, after punch after kick, they made it to space then he- “David!, David!”David’s mum shouted.

“Yeah Mum?” David woke up, panting.

“Get ready, your going to school today.” David’s Mum replied

“Ok” David whispered. Smiling as he looks on his phone, and at his wallpaper, Hercules, the Roman Legend.