Super dream
Dec. 25th, 2011 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_fantastic_ms_foxA transparent corridor of resilient plexi. Outside, a this faraway planet, all rust and ochres.
I try to do a handstand, but the helper is in my way, then holding me down.
"Look" the interviewer says over the comm, you're paraplegic."
Fuck you. "It's cord damage, Not full paralysis. Watch"
And I try again and with effort and some help and the lower gravity banging my legs against either side of the passage, I can do it. Kinda. And I let myself down and they bring me back to earth. And yeah, it's hard to stand.
"Okay, I have some serious damage there."
"So, why do you want to do this?" He asks me.
Of course, I'm kinda curious why they're giving out super powers, but I suppose it's legit.
"Alright. It's a three-stage process." crackles the comm "Arms, legs, head. An immersion each."
Sliding down into a chamber soon. The goo comes up over my legs, my waist, rising. As it comes over my head, the clock says 2:51. Crap. How long can I hold my breath?
When I panic, 30 seconds.
In the cafeteria later.
My arms can talk to plants. Not control them, just chat. My legs have jets, but I'll still need crutches to land. My eyes have beans in them that read minds. I've got extra beans in case these burn out.
Swell. I can hop in the air, skate around on jets and crutches. Understand what's wrong with plants - which is good, 'cause Earth needs someone to ask crops why they won't grow, and I can read surface thoughts. Can't fucking see though, on account of beans-in-eyes. Gonna have to get by one reading someone else's minds to see the room.
I go over this with My Friend, his round face wreathed in greenery. Guess he got some kind of plants thing going on there.
I try to do a handstand, but the helper is in my way, then holding me down.
"Look" the interviewer says over the comm, you're paraplegic."
Fuck you. "It's cord damage, Not full paralysis. Watch"
And I try again and with effort and some help and the lower gravity banging my legs against either side of the passage, I can do it. Kinda. And I let myself down and they bring me back to earth. And yeah, it's hard to stand.
"Okay, I have some serious damage there."
"So, why do you want to do this?" He asks me.
"I guess I'd like to help people. Inspire them."
Subtext: Twenty-third century Earth is not far from looking like this airless rock. Fey teenage boys, like myself, have no future to lose by volunteering for batshit things like this.Of course, I'm kinda curious why they're giving out super powers, but I suppose it's legit.
"Alright. It's a three-stage process." crackles the comm "Arms, legs, head. An immersion each."
Sliding down into a chamber soon. The goo comes up over my legs, my waist, rising. As it comes over my head, the clock says 2:51. Crap. How long can I hold my breath?
When I panic, 30 seconds.
In the cafeteria later.
My arms can talk to plants. Not control them, just chat. My legs have jets, but I'll still need crutches to land. My eyes have beans in them that read minds. I've got extra beans in case these burn out.
Swell. I can hop in the air, skate around on jets and crutches. Understand what's wrong with plants - which is good, 'cause Earth needs someone to ask crops why they won't grow, and I can read surface thoughts. Can't fucking see though, on account of beans-in-eyes. Gonna have to get by one reading someone else's minds to see the room.
I go over this with My Friend, his round face wreathed in greenery. Guess he got some kind of plants thing going on there.
And the Isans, six of them 'round a table in their steel blue coveralls, they seem seem angry: not taking well to having their minds read. I can tell this because I am reading their minds.
"Look. I can't dig, I can just get a vibe for what the room is thinking."
This calms them down.