[/b] was a born on January 23rd, 1994. He was raised in the depths of Brooklyn, such as Flatblush. He wasn't like everyone else, he had dreams but his parents thought everyone who grew up in the projects like them would stay there. From time Taihele would dream about the cities.

Taihele was small at the age of six, but that didn't stop him from going to the bigger parts of NYC. He would gaze from the train windows at the tall building. The city never slept was amazing and there was nothing he could ever miss.

It all changed once he turned seven. Taihele had been promoted into the 1st grade. He wanted to show his mother his certificate he had been rewarded, so his grandmother brought him to her in the World Trade Center on September Ninth. She was kind've surprised to seem him, but of course she was also happy.

Her job was stressful since his father was a teacher and he didn't get paid until each marking period and she was trying her best day after day. She was also proud of him and all she could do was smile, but that entire day changed the moment everything went...

BOOM!

Went two jets which smashed into the World Trade Center. Taihele couldn't save himself as a rock smashed down onto his leg not allowing him to move. His own mother glared down at him. She seemed frozen. She couldn't decide if she would save him or not. She was so lost that she just ran away not even turning back.

All he could do was stretch out his palms to her but still nothing work as more rubble came down destroying the entire building.

"the attacks resulted in extensive death and destruction, triggering major U.S. initiatives to combat terrorism and defining the presidency of George W. Bush. Over 3,000 people were killed during the attacks in New York City and Washington, D.C., including more than 400 police officers and firefighters."

Many bodies had been identified and this became a national day known as "nine eleven" which everyone comes down to the memorial grounds.

Taihele was identified by his father who had strapped onto what seemed a dentist bed. His father was a scientist who was a technology teacher. He had been hoping for a day to test his new prototypes on his own son who was known dead. With his amazing doctor skills he replaced his heart which a blue core which not only raised his heart rate back up. Taihele's arms, torso and legs were paced with a robotic appearance.

He was no longer a human, but the two years after 9/11. He found himself inside his own bed. His father stood above him. "I'm sorry to tell you this my son, but you've been in a coma for about two years and a half. I'm not sure if you remember, but you were caught in an accident. Your mother has disappeared. I've made some modifications to your appearance. I'm sorry but this was the only way I could save you.." He said.

Taihele flipped out his bed with speed to look on himself in a standing mirror. He was going to cry but instead he was full in rage. So he rushed his father and then slammed into the ball."Why! Why, would you make me into this thing!?" He shouted. Taihele felt so insecure he didn't believe he could walk outside looking like this. He released his grip and dropped in tears.

"Don't worry, in a few years you'll be attending a special university for teens just like you maybe even more advanced.." He said

From then Taihele felt calm and started to get used to himself. He did feel more like a superhero nowadays. Protecting what people called the Innocent. He even earned himself a hero name known as the "Golden Cyborg".

From then years later he was enrolled into this special university as a freshmen at the age of eighteen. Now he lurks the halls trying to learn as much as he can...[/ul][/li][/ol][/div][/div]