Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

This morning I was reading one of Ron's manazines and I foudn that I was just staring into space. I'd try to read it and I'd have to make myself concentrate on every paragtaph . It got really frustrating. Finally I just tore the thing up and chucked it acrosst he room.

So I went flying around. everything seems easier up in the air. No annoying details and no anoying people.

Fountain flew up next to me. Once he saw I noticed him, he nodded his head at a nearby rooftop. we landed.

"I haven't lost your card," I told him.I'm just a little nervous about getting involved in stuff like that."

HE nodded. "Why is that?'

"Basically I'm nto a guy who wants any trouble," I said. "Doing illegal stuff, that's trouble."

"Well, no pressure," he said " But don't fall into their trap."

"Waht trap?"

Look," he said. "You know what you are, soince you got your powers? You're superhuman. As in, more than human. Laws were made to control human beings. Well, you're not human any more. You're better."

"Uh huh." The old soft soap.

"You don't think your'e better? Think of all thos e people down there," he said, pointing over the edge of the roof. "Don't they frustrate you? Aren't you sick of all the bullshit of their world?"

He had a point there. It wasn't nybody with super pweors who let Evil Danny Wilcox back otu on the street. God, that pissed me off.

"You don't have to put up with it any more," he said. "There are more people with super pwoers every day. Imagine what the world is going to be like in a hundred years. Hell, in forty years. IT's not going to be like now. There's a place for you in it, and a place for me, but all those guys down there? They're over and they don't even know it.

"I can't make you sign on iwth me," he contunued, "I mean, I think it'd be a beneficial arrangment for both of us. But whether you do or not, take my advice and don't be constrained by all this homo sapiens crap you see around you. You're a new thing. Make a new way." He shook up a Coke can, opened it, and blasted off.

So I've been thinking about that. I mean, I know it's self-srving bullshit and all, but there's a point buried in it. What are the ethics of having superpowers? If I really am, biologically, a new species, what is my correct relationsip to the pecies I used to be? And obviously it's temtping to think about how I can jsut do whatever I want, I mean, come o n. But the more I think about it, the more turned aROUND i GET AND THIS KEYBOARD IS PISSING ME OFFwith the goddamn caps lock and the keys sticking and mvoing around and SCREW T HIS
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