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The endless fight seemed to come to an end, the toxic nature beaten out of men by lessons taught, and pressure from above, the masculine had surrendered to love. The action movie, no more to be seen, the bars and classrooms, ordered and serene, people declared that it was a new age, but to Lance Michaels, this seemed rather strange. See Lance Michaels, he grew up off the grid, way up in Montana, with other kids, his brothers and sisters, and mom and dad, both parents believe the mainstream was bad. His dad owned a mine, a small streak of gold, six figures a year, plenty for when old, his mother had been a doctoral type, then left it to be a mother and wife. She said she’d realized knowledge was a race that never ended, and you couldn’t place, that raising children brought more joy to her then Nobel prizes, or collegiate words. Now out in the woods, Lance lived a tough life, cutting wood, digging wells, growing food right, helping his dad, when it was safe enough, and then home-schooling, his mother was tough. Put it simply, he was rather masculine, driven to achieve, and driven to win, he had a green thumb, loved biology, dreamed of going to university. His parents were wary, but loved their boy, so his departure they could not avoid, plus all hard science was grounded in fact, still they both worried what man would come back. To say culture shock awaited young Lance… the ‘real’ world tended to look at him askance, the things they believed were not tied to truth, just programming for inexperienced youth. After several spats, Lance quite quickly learned to keep his head down until grades were earned, but despite this he was filled with worry, felt a curious lack of energy. The dynamism he’d felt in the woods was lagging more and more, that wasn’t good, he was feeling more, and acting far less, felt paralyzed even when in duress. And when he went home for Holiday times he felt good again, it boggled his mind, but when he got back, he felt lethargy, until one day in organic chemistry, when studying fluoride and its effects, pieces in his mind started to connect, if they could use fluoride to save our teeth, what other chemicals could lie beneath? So, just before his summer vacation, he took samples with careful preparation, and ordered some lab tools to use at home, then started looking, he just had to know. CONTINUES IN PART II.
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