There are three things you should know about me.
1. I am a super genus. Literally. (more on that later)
2. I have to hide this fact during the school day. (I have no idea why I go to school in the first place.)
3. When I am not in school, I live in the bottom of the Mariana trench, witch is the deepest trench in the ocean, at 10.91 kilometres (6.78 mi) at its deepest. It is just south of Japan, and about 2,550 kilometres (1,580 mi) long. It is not, however, the deepest trench in the solar system; that position goes to the Valles Marineris on Mars. That trench is...
Sorry. I get off track sometimes.
We are safe there. No human can get to the bottom of the trench; the pressure is too high. Until the last super genius, Shasta King, we all lived apart from each other, hiding on our own. It was risky. Some were taken in and tested for drug use. Some were flagged by the media, and were shown the horror of the obsessed news crew. A few still choose to live alone, but it is a weakness to every power. Those who can fly can not go underground. Those who are super strong are extremely ugly. My weakness is that, as you might be able to tell, my thoughts are scrambled, even if they make sense to me.
My power isn't physical like most of the powers are. I am, like I said earlier, a super genius. I have a photographic memory, a phonographic memory, and I have the Internet connected to my head. (that didn't come with the power; It came from an invention of mine; basically, it converts the electronic impulses of the computer into the electronic impulses of the human brain. )
Just in case you're wondering, my forehead is not gigantic. It is just the same size as yours. As anyone who has studied the nervous system could tell you, it is the strength of the connections from brain cell to brain cell that matter; not actual brain size. If that were not the case, then whales would probably be the dominate species.
Right. Super heroes.
Like I said before, it's hereditary, but one family doesn't all have the same power. It seems fairly random, in that regard...
But I am way off track this time. I am here to tell you about the day Shari touched me.
I have wondered, sometimes, how other people think. I have considered building a new device to find out, but I have not. The main reason? Fear. I am afraid to lose my power, afraid to be normal. I think that is the major fear of all supers. But I found out the moment our skin met. My mind slowed drastically, subjects and thoughts didn't connect the way they usually did. My mind was, however, still fast enough to determine that it had happened because of Shari. I thought that maybe, if we met again, she would take something else. I didn't know what. But I feared her more than anything in that instant.
For the first time in my life, I was sure I had failed a test. Not only had I lost my ability to process information, I had lost all the facts I had learned before. I had no idea how I would get Sam, Abby and me back to our families at the bottom of the sea. It had always been up to me to pilot the sub back home. I had forgotten how to do that, too.
I could go on, but Shari would say it was to long. I hand the journal back to her, and she looks over my work, frowns, then goes back to her corner of the cell and writes again.
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