Maybe I was a mutant dropped here at birth, Superman style. That would explain a lot, except, if that were the case I should possess some kind of superpowers. Unfortunately, unless they were very obscure, I sincerely doubted I possessed anything that even came close to a superpower. Maybe I should experiment more— try to breath under water or stop time or build an iron suit or something. How much would it stink to have a superpower and die without ever experiencing the thrill of using it against the forces of evil?
Maldova flew sullenly, ten feet behind me, griping unceasingly. “What if I want to go home and watch Storage Wars today? What about me and what I want to do? I don’t want to be here. We shouldn’t be here. It is not right what we are about to do. It will change things and things shouldn’t be changed.”
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish