Out of a million possibilities, there can be a single impossibility that could unveil itself. For every dream, there is a reality. I know all possibilities and all realities, for I know that reality is merely a mechanism governed by the laws of the universe–I am the fixer of this mechanism. My apologies, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Loyd King and I'm sixteen-years-old. I grew up in a strange town that I really never cared for later in life.

I was told that the town I lived in was called Redcliff Creek until I eventually found out it wasn't. You see, I was born in a life that was nothing more than a complete lie. The town was fake, as in, it never was a real town. It was an unofficial town set-up by the Government to keep me in check. There are no records or information about the town at all. My birth certificate was fabricated with a few changes and my mother, well she never was my real mother nor was my father actually my real father.

How do I know all this? Simple. I am what Dr. Stray calls a "Breaker"; albeit the guys in the lab call me test subject X-1. Now if you may not know what a 'Breaker' is. It's basically individuals who can alter the way reality works, see-through others consciousness, and other godlike abilities. Anything can be possible by a Breaker--by a Breakers will and mind. But that's what Dr. Stray theorizes, like the Black Hole a Breaker is as equally baffling to a scientist.

"Subject X-1," Dr. Stray my regular teacher, and now my only teacher spoke through the mic, "may you please try to arrange these five Rubix cube placed in front of you, to their respective matching colors."

I sat there tapping my hands on the metal table to a rhythmic beat that I made up in mind. I was paying little attention to what Dr. Stray had ordered me to do. The room was nearly empty: except for a single chair, table, and Rubix cubes that were present. It was a cold solid concrete room with a round speaker above the wide dark window for the Doc to communicate along with cameras pinned on all four corners. The dark window glass in front stares back at me with its never-ending reflection of the deep void –lonely and meaningless.

This room gave me a good time to set my mind drifting off to different fantasies if it were not for these annoying wires placed on my head that are connected to a machine. In honesty, I cared little for my work as I was interested in yesterday's music. An empathetic female scientist by the name of Dr. Liza gave me a pair of earphones and an iPod containing thirty different songs in them for me to listen to, on my thirteen birthday. Sadly, I could only use them for an hour after every lunch break. Sucks to be the lab mice.

"Oh, sorry Doc," I said jokingly, stopping my fingers from tapping. "Wasn't paying much attention."

"You actually are paying attention Subject X-1, you just decided to dismiss the things I just said." Dr. Stray said with a bit of annoyance in his tone.

"Now, as I said earlier, we are testing your intellectual capability for this new test of yours."

"Yeah, sure this one should be a bit," I paused first, eyeing each and every cube placed separately from each other. "It should be alright."

"Good then, you may begin Subject X-1."

Gosh, I hate being called that all the time. Why can't they call me by my real name? I mean only a few scientists called me by my real name. I clenched my fist as my mind tried to carefully imagine the cube twist and turn in different areas. In immediate response to my telekinesis, the first cube twitched and slowly started to move. I can see through the dark glass window that showed my reflection; pass that are the intrigued observers who watch me carefully in their seats. A smirk formed on my face as I tried harder to imagine and just like that every cube started to move accordingly to how I want them to be.

Like a computer processing data, all five cubes twist and turn in great speeds. I raise my arms and waved them about like a musical composer, feeling the music move through my mind. Damn, I really love Sleeping at Last songs. Alas, the cubes were all in their matching colors – green, red, blue, yellow, orange, and white. They ceased their movement in an instant once I realized the cubes were finally complete.

"Exactly fifteen seconds!" Dr. Stray said in a pleased tone. "Well done Subject X-1, well done."

I grabbed one of the cubes before tossing it above me. It went high up, but I greatly reduced its acceleration once gravity took over. The cube fell in slow motion as it came back down to me.

"Can I now remove these wires from my head now?" I said pointing my finger at them as I looked at my spectators.

"We will remove them for you." responded, Dr. Stray.

Two scientists in white lab coats came out from a heavy metal door to my right and helped me remove the wires that were attached to my head along with the machine and the cubes. One of the scientists who was taking the cubes away sighed at me as he saw the cube I took was still falling ever so slowly in midair. He quickly grabbed the cube while it was still slowly falling.

"Dammit kid, don't waste my time." The scientist said in his mind.

Soon they left the room with the equipment and the cubes with haste, but I had to remain inside until further instructions were given.

"Now Dr. Liza will take you to your room and as again," Dr. Stray had to pause as he moved away to the mic to cough, "Sorry, as again you may not allow yourself to leap into a different area beyond this facility."

Dr. Liza came five minutes later to take me out of this boring room. She was a sweet young lady in her mid-twenties–twenty-six to be exact. Her long golden hair flowed down behind shoulders, orangey glasses, and a smile that gave me the kind of relief I needed out of this place. I followed her and we talked for a while about how I felt and stuff. She always treated me like a person and less like some test animal controlled by people. We walked our way through the tunnel-like hallway in this deep underground facility. They had to move me here after the truth came to me about my life and the town. I was just ten back then. The place was almost as equally as lonely as that room I came out of; with many hallways, doors, and dim luminescent lights.