Hanna Montgomery sat shocked at what was before her. She knew that today was the day. The oh so important day that an event so rare only 5 people would experience the wonder that was today. She wasn't someone extraordinary or important. Just a college student, maybe a little neater than most, maybe a little awkward around people and she had a tendency to fidget.
None of those things of course influenced the impossibility in front of her. The impossibility was not the jungle of leftover wrappers and piles of clothes that was unfortunately the usual state of her dorm room. It was not the paradoxically neat bed with a rather cute plushie of an anime character. It was not the computer open with an assignment finished a few days early instead of turned in at the literal last second, rare as that was.
No. The impossibility that stood in front of Hanna Montgomery was a simple unordered, FLOATING!!!, Blue screen. Impossible. Of course it was impossible. the system wasn't meant for the likes of her. Hanna knew this, and yet the world had seemed fit to take that knowledge and slap her in the face with its facade. Logically she knew that there were documented cases of people like her being chosen by the system. Heck, one of the most powerful Empowerds in the world was like her.
Regardless of the facts, nay in spite of the facts. Hanna had been one of the 5 chosen of the year. In that exceptionally rare honor, she made up an even rarer percentage. Because in the entire recorded history of the systems appearance The percentage of those chosen by the system who had mental or physical disabilities made Up less than 1 % of all chosen.
Hanna was autistic, making her a part of that 1%. An impossibility made flesh.
Name: Hanna Montgomery
Power: N/A
Stats:
Meta: 0
Physical: 0
Control: 0
Conceptual: 0
Influence: 0
Free Points: 50
Buffs: Mental Disability detected [Doubled Points] applied.
Debuffs: No significant advantage detected. Debuffs not applied.
Hanna just stared at the screen. She read it. Then read it again. Looked over to her clock which was suspiciously still at 8:30 am despite the fact that it had been 8:30 ten minutes ago. Then she began to process everything. The shock had faded and was now replaced with excitement. She had been chosen! Her! Now the question was, what power did she make?
Her first instinct Was to create a big flashy power, she quickly threw that notion away. Most Books on Empowerds made it clear that doing so often led to hasty powers. Once you made a power you couldn't make Another. You were stuck with it.
“Come on, we're better than this! We have a bachelor's in this and working on a doctorate.”
She decided to go over what she knew about stats and check her knowledge with that of the various academic books scattered about her apartment as if they were victims of a shooting.
Physical representated how much a power was physical in nature. Fire and Ice. Forcefield. Matter. Anything and everything that was physically present needed To have the corresponding stat in physical.
Meta was the aspect of power that represented The non physical. Unassisted Flight as the example everyone knew.
Control was how much control you had over your power. Things like how fast, whether your power could change colors, size, shape.
Conceptual meant that the power either involved, manipulated, or had components of Concepts such as Time, luck, destiny, etc.
Information was any component of the power that involved gaining information through supernatural means.
Influence was components of a power that either influenced others or influenced powers.
She checked her knowledge twice and nodded to herself “yep seems about right…. And I still can't decide." she groaned. Because it wasn't just creating power. There was one more rule.
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“law of sovereignty: no one can create a power that has either existed or already exists. “ she recited almost like a mantra. It was one of the few things to have been written as scientific law. In other words she didn't just have to create a power. She had to create a power no one else had made before.
Consider this. 5 people were chosen per city of any country once a year. So, creating a power no one else made was going to be difficult to say the least.
She had obviously tried to create a power that helped with her personal problems. Unfortunately, as she well knew, she couldn't create a power that in any way effectively removed her autism. No powers that let her see emotions or understand people on a supernatural level. At least the system gave her double points.
"100% worth having a lifelong disability. " She thought sarcastically.
“Come on, think. Think!!... Wait, I know what I want!”
So she got to work. Once upon a time in high-school she had been known by her DnD Group as mage hand Hanna. A name given to her because of her obsession Of only using mages hand, even having a class created specifically around using mages hand.
It took her ten minutes to get her loose ideas in order and once she did she began to make requests of the system. It costed a total of 20 points in physical to create her base power. 10 points had gone into the ability to create force constructs in the form of working Hands which could carry out various tasks. 5 was the cost to be able to create more hands. The Final 5 points were to guarantee That the hands would each be able to lift around 30 pounds.
She then paid 2 points in meta to grant the hands the ability to float Above ground freely. And 8 points for the hands to be able to sense and see their environments.
Finally She added 20 points into control. It was a stat that didn't grant powers but instead determined how much control you had over the power. She'd opted for putting the 20 points in instead of adding in anymore functions with the gamble that such a high starting control would remove the need for a bunch of functions.
Helping hands: the power to create floating hands made of force that can carry out various tasks when ordered to.
Hands may be created once per minute by focusing on their creation.
Each hand is equipped with a tactile sense that can be used to perceive the environment. This information is sent back telepathically to the user.
Do you wish to make this power your own?
Yes/ No
Warning: once power is chosen it cannot be changed.
She clicked on the yes and time resumed. Hanna got to work immediately on creating the hands. She half expected nothing to happen only to wake up and find out this was all a dream.
After exactly a minute passed a hand made of a red solid material appeared floating just above the ground. Almost giddy she order to float higher, lower, to pick a nearby dirty shirt and decided to test out a few things.
After 4 minutes she had five hands ready to do her bidding. She tested them out by having them carry various such as lift dirty shirts and put them into the laundry bin. She then ordered a single hand to go to the pile of dishes that had become her sink and clean them.
This confirmed that she didn't need to physically see a hand in order for it to carry. The hand also understood the order and didn't need her constant supervision or orders to do the task. Although the moment it touched a single dish she regretted this desicion as she felt what the hand felt. That meant that she felt the course soap and the uncomfortable feeling of running water, soap, and dirty dishes.
She almost ordered the hand to stop before remembering that the dishes had been piling up like that for a month and she should probably just let the hand finish. Gritting her teeth she played some music on her phone sprawled lazily on the bed as her handy minions cleaned her dorm for her. Once the very hard and stressful work of being a bed potato was finished she let a grin plaster her face.
"Experiments"
The first experiment involved placing a set of weights which had collected so much dust from disuse that it had taken the hands and entire roll of paper towels to clean. A part of her knew she should probably actually use them on herself at some point. However, that felt like a problem for future her.
She started with the 5 pounds increasing the weight by 5 pounds each time one of the hands successfully lifted it. Repeating this for this each revealed they could each lift exactly 35 pounds. Anything higher and the hands wouldn't be able to even budge them. Further testing had revealed that each hand working together increased this by 35 pounds.
She also found that the hands had terrible aim, which she had learned after having the hands attempt a game of darts to disastrous results. It made since when you considered that they only sensed the world via touch. Still... it was good knowledge to have.
The hands could also move at incredible speeds. So fast in fact that when she ordered them to move in a circle as fast as they could. She ended up puking her lunch in a nearby wastebin.
"Lets... uug... never... do... that." She decided.
Eventually the novelty of having a bunch of magical hands to do her bidding gave way to rising hunger. A quick rummage through the fridge finding a whole lot of nothing. Not even an apple or a snack... she had forgotten to do groceries... again.
"Well. At least I don't have to carry them back anymore." She mussed as she put on a now clean coat and headed to the local gas station to grab up some simple groceries.
"Hey! Ope-"
She didn't really pay attention. Her mind solely focused on getting a carton of eggs before her eyes saw the mtn dew.
"Open up the cash register!!"
She knew she shouldn't. She should get some nice healthy eggs. But the soda called to her. It would go so well with a honeybun and hotpocket.
"I will fucking shoot you!"
She obeyed her lesser needs and grabbed a pack of hot pockets, honeybuns, and of course a 24 pack of mtn dew. Making her way to the cash register she finally noticed the man, who's face was covered by a scarf of all things, pointing a gun at Mister Dreys face.
"Oh that's a gun."