The plane ride was bumpy and uncomfortable. Not that Kylie had expected anything different. She squirmed in her chair, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. She shifted her weight every way she could think to, but to no avail. Her admiration of the Paragons was beginning to waver. If they were so insistent on dragging her out of isolation to join their little “team”, the least they could do is provide for better transportation. Sighing, she shifted again. She hated to admit it, but in times like these, times of weakness and discomfort, she sometimes wished she could use her powers for personal gain. She could have been curled up in one of the first-class recliners right now. It would have been so easy, she thought. All she would have had to do was tell the man who collected the tickets at boarding that she belonged in first class, and he would have believed her. Easier still, she could have just told the lady selling them to give her their best seats at no charge. But Kylie’s moral compass kept her lips sealed.
Despite her literal maneuvering though, she was figuratively on the edge of her seat. While she may have been forced into the situation, it was still rather exciting. She wondered what sort of people she would encounter. What would her teammates be like? Kylie hadn’t had extensive interaction with other superpowered humans, being holed up in her apartment most of the time. Would they be smart, like her kind of smart? Perhaps she would find someone to talk to. Of course, in her case, talking could be very dangerous. But perhaps it wouldn’t have quite the same effect on some of her teammates…
It was a ridiculous hope. It was far more likely that these team members would be like the ones on television: bright-colored costumes and flashy powers. After all, in a world such as this, heroic crime-fighting was as much a publicity stunt as anything else. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was reality. The fact was, in a world where men could bench-press semi-trucks and teenage girls could control the weather, everything was uncertain. People needed something to believe in. Costumed heroes provided that hope. People like these were powerful shields from the harsh reality of corruption that could so easily end the average life.
Was this what they expected her to be? She wasn’t much of a TV personality. Statistically speaking, she supposed her looks were above average. She’d been gifted since birth with symmetrical features and clear skin. But when she looked at the women who appeared in the news, so strong, so confident… that wasn’t her. No, Silvertounge was no role model. Whatever it was they needed her for, she only hoped she would be up to the task.
Despite her literal maneuvering though, she was figuratively on the edge of her seat. While she may have been forced into the situation, it was still rather exciting. She wondered what sort of people she would encounter. What would her teammates be like? Kylie hadn’t had extensive interaction with other superpowered humans, being holed up in her apartment most of the time. Would they be smart, like her kind of smart? Perhaps she would find someone to talk to. Of course, in her case, talking could be very dangerous. But perhaps it wouldn’t have quite the same effect on some of her teammates…
It was a ridiculous hope. It was far more likely that these team members would be like the ones on television: bright-colored costumes and flashy powers. After all, in a world such as this, heroic crime-fighting was as much a publicity stunt as anything else. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was reality. The fact was, in a world where men could bench-press semi-trucks and teenage girls could control the weather, everything was uncertain. People needed something to believe in. Costumed heroes provided that hope. People like these were powerful shields from the harsh reality of corruption that could so easily end the average life.
Was this what they expected her to be? She wasn’t much of a TV personality. Statistically speaking, she supposed her looks were above average. She’d been gifted since birth with symmetrical features and clear skin. But when she looked at the women who appeared in the news, so strong, so confident… that wasn’t her. No, Silvertounge was no role model. Whatever it was they needed her for, she only hoped she would be up to the task.