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Saw the Space Opera advert and started singing, "and these dreams, they all seem empty, like my concious seem to be. I've spent hours, Only lonely..."
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People confess to me all the time. I’m a faith leader. There is very little the surprises me any more.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beber in it.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beyer in it!

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Robert said, “My name is Robert,” and gave a fancy bow trying to make her laugh but then thought about her wound. “Are you in a lot of pain?” He asked, worrying about the wound. This was more important than the many questions he had for her. What bit her, where she was from, how she got here and where she was going?

He wondered if she had magic, everything on the other side had magic and was dangerous. At least that was what the stories said.


Cilia moved away from the group and flopped down leaning against a large rock near the water. She closed her eyes for a few moments, mostly to hide the tears. She wasn’t sure what to do with Fergus’ and Axley’s comments. The humor had a bit sarcasm to it, so she flinched away.

As she sat there, she rubbed her sore feet and watched the water spiders dancing across the surface of the river and the tadpoles darting away from the fish. She unbound her hair and let it fall loose around her shoulders and back. Then balled up while sitting, put her head down on her knees so no one else would see the tears. Her body and soul hurt. Even being use to spending her days moving, this had taxed her greatly.

When the explosion came, she looked at the others expressions. There was horror there. Then she turned to see the purple-black dome spreading out. They had all lost and left much behind. It was gone now. She hoped others had run and escaped the city as well. But the force and speed of the attack gave her the impression that luck, the dragons, or some divine force had helped them more than skill. In her heart, she did not want to know what happened to the city. Even worst she was not sure that she ever wanted to go back unless she had too.

When the dust settled, she decided to take the hand axe and try to find wood to keep the fire going tonight. Keeping her thoughts closed inside herself. She thought that maybe making her arms as tired as her legs would help her sleep.

The fire was important as she knew that there were going to be wild animals on the move too. That army with all the noise and the smell of death would displaced most animals. The fire was about the only thing that would keep them away. Raccoons, wolves, bears would not be scared by a small fire. Porcupines and skunks would not even give the fire a second thought and either of them would make for a very unpleasant few days. The smell of food, even the jerky would bring them in. Their eyesight isn’t great which made sleepers vulnerable to their wrath if spooked.

Cilia stayed within shouting distance on both sides of the river, bringing wood back to chop it with the hand axe. She would let others help and she did not really try to avoid the group. She just needed to work through things.
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Father Thomas





Thomas spent the first hour reading while sitting in the guard shack. He learned some techniques that would help people. At least he felt like he knows something about dealing with it. They really did not talk about it in seminary.

Thomas started to try to play with his power lifting objects and restocking them. He started to take little pieces and try to fling it. With a little effort, he was able fling washers fairly well. Nails did not work well as they tumbled. He took pleasure breaking broken windshields.

When he got bored with that he started to watch you tube videos on how things work. Pad locks, safes, car engines, airplanes engines. When the dogs started to bark, he grabbed his batton and headed out. To see what was going on.
Ivy was sitting at the table in her office. She had already been on the phone calling member of the house and senate stumping for her bill.

A knock was heard at the door. Davis White, the Commander of the Georgia State Police. He'd scheduled the appointment yesterday. Things are getting out of hand something must be done

Ivy got up to greet him and got him a cup of coffee. “What can I do for you Commander?” She asked.

Davis took a seat, and happily accepted the cup of coffee she offered him. "Thank you so much Governor, it's become an urgent matter for us to speak, for starters I am fully in support of the Georgia Empowered Registration Bill as it stands, but we have some serious problems on our hand that have become neccessary for us to address together." Davis took another sip from the mug waiting to hear Ivy's response.

Ivy smiled, this is where the push to act faster was going to come. The question was how far and how hard. “What specifically do we need to deal with and what are you suggesting?” She said leading back into the chair. She had interviewed the commander a few times, but she did not know him well yet.

"Well first of all the woman yesterday identified as Rita Hernandez, the public is fearful. I must admit of the public displays of power that was both the most brutal, and violent one. The fear is building on social media, which has allowed footage of the incident to spread across the country & the globe." He was a man who enjoyed power, who believed power should be used to enforce order, and Rita shook that whole foundation. "We live in a world with super powered criminals with no Superman, No Avengers I need your help for how to address this problem. Miss Hernandez is a priority, but there's an emerging hip hop artist named YRN Reparations who's commited a string of armed sometimes unarmed robberies including a Chase Bank earlier today."

Ivy looked at him. “Well, if it was really Ms. Hernandez, and this hop hop artists are really criminals, then you already have the laws that let you deal with them. But you need proof that can convict them. Without Hard proof, not just an image or Facebook.” She shifted a little towards him. “Last time I checked, Georgia hasn’t had a lynching for years. You and I are sworn not to let that happen,” she said. It seemed to her his solution was to uses maximum force first and apologize later and it seemed that he wanted her to authorize it.

"What do you mean if it was really Ms. Hernandez?" The state commander asked in a very inquisitive tone as if she was speaking another language. "I'm referring to the woman who grew to large heights yesterday the one responsible for 100 deaths, and 80 more injuries many severe. The Proof is all over the internet, in the pile of bodies at the morgue Governor! This is the problem this is all so sudden, Georgia but especially the city of Atlanta is overwhelmed by this problem. As it stands, our state has suffered the most superhuman related violence since "The Incident". The "rapper" I'm speaking off is bullet proof, and wields strength to kick an SUV across the street as easy as you or me could a pebble. His motivation for this crime, reparations to African American citizens in Atlanta believed to be owed from slavery. He released a music video this morning, he's managed to get a known Atlanta artist by the name of K Camp legal name Krisotpher Campbell on the song surprisingly with no criminal record. I've issued a warrant for Rita Hernandez arrest, but Mr. Reparations is fully masked in all appearances so his legal identity is unknown. Now the question remains what can the police force do to arrest a man with super strength & bullet proof? Forget conviction how can we detain him, as with Hernandez she's a mass murderer, if we manage to confront her while she's at regular height there's not a cop I know who wouldn't shoot her dead for if she grows to that height again only the military can stop her."

How do you lean forward and put her hands on the table, “One thing that I tell you some all my training as a lawyer is you best have some hard evidence. Just because you see it on the screen doesn't make it real. People can disguise themselves.” She thought about a case where she got duped in a protection case by a woman that looked like the mother, but was a relative. She said, “You need more evidence. You and I both know that the district attorney would throw that case out three ways to Sunday if you don't come in with more than just well we saw her. You need to physically put her at the crime.”

Davis was irrate at The Governor's response but forced himself to bite his tongue he'd come for solutions to his problem but she was lecturing him about the nuisances of the law. "Well I'm not here to argue evidence with Miss Hernandez, just from a strand of her hand we recovered we have her DNA her sizely rampage left behind more then enough to put out a bench warrant. What I'm asking is simple, her, Reparations and any other individual using their abilities to commit violent acts or crimes, what is the plan to contain them? How do we contain them, hell how do we capture them? I only issued the warrant on Hernandez because the state of Georgia is covered in fear & we had to act, but honestly tell me how do we arrest a man who can't be shot and who can quite literally rip a man in half with no effort. That is the issue I'm facing, the empowered who murdered your son takes oxygen away, luckily he's not bullet proof. But even if we arrested him, then what? When he wakes up, he can kill everyone near him in the prison near him including the guards. Governor Ivy we need a solution and now"

"Well the courts and jails will need to figure that out," she said. Knowing to many variables exist to even have a clue.

She tried to get to her second question that the commander was trying to dodge to make her authorize excessive force. "We need to get some of them on the force so everyones answer isnt kill them all,” she said trying to get across that she understood the situation quite well. Each one woild need to be handled differently. She couldn't give a kill order for any super.

She looked at him and asked, "Do you want me to come with you? To arrest them?” She knew the answer already, but she wanted to let the commander know she understood the risks they were taking.

Davis sighed finally giving up, The Governor was all for a registration bill, but he figured she was just a politician trying to make a name for herself, using her son's murder as a scape goat. "Come with me so you can die too, hell why would I go? Your saying don't kill them, but they don't feel the same way about us clearly. They didn't feel that way about your son, I've got several APD officers who refuse to engage Mr. Reparations, a few even quit rather then confront him, and he's not even a killer. As far getting them on the force, well we're a little strapped for cash most of the latest budget you got went towards education & road work, and frankly I don't know any officer who feels safe around these things. ."

“What about sleeping gas?” She asked. “I am no expert, but could we tranquilizer him with a bass that would knock him out. Or maybe takers, they are to slow to be bullets, but they can cause muscles to cramp up.”
She looked at him, “I know you are trying to protect yourself, but you are the police expert. I’m a lawyer” She knew there was a lot of options from bean bag bullets, to foam grenades, to tear gas, to sniper rounds.

Davis had been furious for the past few minutes but she had poised a good question, he'd grown so reliant on using guns to take care of any situation. "You've actually raised a valid point..Governor Ivy I apologize for my anger, you've given me the answer so now I have a better request. We need a jail to hold these individuals, we can't put them with general population, & we also need a division of police specifically for handling Empowered related crime, if we're going to hire any Empowered they need to work primarily on this division. We need to do this urgently."

She nodded, “That I can work on. By the way, they are not things, they are still people and I expect you to remember that. “ she said with an affirming smile. She knew the anger was from frustration. “Tell your people to be creative and I will do my best to get the, what they need.” She said.

"Hmm...well...I don't want to argue personal beliefs Governor, I'm just here to figure out a solution to the problem within the confines of the law as they stand right now." He was surprised by her defense of the empowered, with her son being murdered by one. Even still he didn't trust her, especially in office, she gave him a vibe far different from many politicians he'd worked with over the years. "Empowered Jail, Empowered Division, and..funds...to acquire Empowered law enforcement in Georgia, here's my card, let me know when there's an update. "He got up and handed her a card with information on how to reach him

She smiled and said, “You are on my speed dial already.”

Ivy started stumping again, this time for more money for equipment, training, and special prisons. This would be easier to pass.
Bubba got a few phone calls. From oil companies around the world were calling to buy the rights to the oil. He even got a couple calls from companies that wanted to partner with him. He got threats from Russia and Aramco. Price controls were one of the key factors of tHe market. It cost companies money when the price dropped and Bubba had caused the price of oil to drop.

When he was invited to come to Brazil by Petrobras to talk, Bubba agreed. A corporate jet was coming to pick him up in a couple hours. He packed a bag for a couple days and threw it in his pickup truck. He called a couple of his crew to come with him. Everyone needed a wingman when you go to the party capital of the universe. Rio. Girls. Beaches. Warm weather. Did he mention girls.

His Spanish was fairly good, so he was feeling confident. Not remembering that Brazil speaks mostly Portuguese. Having his father, a local lawyer, and the plant Forman to handle negotiations (and explain it). Bubba felt free to PAAARRRRTTTTYYYY.

The flight attended was a beautiful woman wearing a tight black skirt, and a thin white blouse. She knew she was beautiful and carried that type of air to her. A couple of his wing men got flamed in glorious fashion. Her wit was sharp and she dealt with men everyday that were looking for fun away from home. Bubba’s father and the lawyer kept Bubba from making a fool of himself. His father wouldn’t even let him drink on the flight. In fact he was instructed to act like a corporate big wig and remain quiet. It was work.

When they got to the meeting, Bubba was again suppose to be quiet. There was a lot of discussion. In the evening, Bubba and the guys headed to the clubs. Bubba was hitting on a cute girl, that was there with her friends.. She was drinking one of those fruity drinks, he was drinking beer. After about 20 minutes of flirting, her drink was still full and the alcohol content was a lot higher. When she was tippy, he offered to take her home.

Thomas had gone to confession again for his encounters with the female entertainers. This type of sin isn’t easy to deal with. It gave him a different perspective on people struggling with it. Sympathy. He did not confess that he had help move drugs into these places, because he did not really know till one of the bar tenders opened a box. He thought it was a drink mix till one of the dancers clued him in.

He kept kicking himself, I should have stayed in the truck. the first time he got out to be helpful, after that it was like a Catholic school boy trying to look up a school girls skirt as she climbed the steps.

Thomas got a phone call from Harry Brown, a junk yard owner. He had been told by one of the priests that Thomas had time on his hands. One of the guard’s wife had a baby and he wondered if Thomas might take a few night shifts. The job required that he walk around the junk yard if the dogs barked, watch the video cameras, and he got to wear a guard hat, coat, and carry a baton. The uniform even had a badge. If something was going on, he was to call the cops.

When he hung up, he headed to the apartment. He tried to rest. He would go stop at the bookstore and get books on porn addiction to read up. The is was worse because when he closed his eyes, he could see the women, smell them, and feel them brushing against him. Tonight he would battle the devil.
Ivy’s alarm went off at 4:30am, she was up and around by 5:00 am. By 7am she had read the news wires from the services, checked her schedule and prepared a list of things she wanted the staff to look into. Her emails were responded to. Breakfast was ready for the children and lunches packed. As her daughter came in, she hid the second lunch bag and sat down to eat the extra plate of food. Everyone knew her mind was still processing Tyler’s death. The pain was there constantly, but she pushed herself to do what she needed to.

She smiled trying to keep her daughter “normal.”
”It like Tyler is out with his friends and just hasn’t come home yet,” her daughter said.
”I know dear,” she said going over to give the girl a hug.
Her husband came in hugged them both and kissed them. “An emergency came up. A child electrocuted themself after seeing one of the “Suppers” use electricity’”

Ivy had read that a child in Chicago had jumped to their death from the 15th floor of a building because they saw someone fly past the window. Not mention the unspeakable crimes that were happening rapes, murders, and kidnappings. People were being tortured. It seemed like anyone who had an issue with someone else was acting out and blaming it on the supers. This wasn’t to say that good things were also not happening. But negative and shocking news sells.

When she got to her office, the leaders were there waiting for her. They had come to a law that would register people if they abused their powers. The gun rights coalition was opposed as they saw it as a stepping stone to losing gun rights. She had to deal with factions, some wanted to setup interment camps, others wanted to execute them, some wanted the government to stay out of it.

People were up in arms because the stock market was being weird, Iran was talking about going to war, opec was having an emergency meeting with Russia. Israel was rumored to be creating a division of supers to fight the Arabs. China was a mess as people were fighting the state control. Other places had declared martial law.

Ivy wanted to find a nuanced solution. She wanted to know how this happened, she wanted to understand what they were dealing with, and then figure out laws to punish the criminal elements and to detain them.

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