When the first Super showed up, it was a hoax. The tenth was unnerving. The thousandth was a sensation. By the ten-thousandth it was a disaster. Super Humans did not make the world better, they broke it over their knee. - Elisa Snowsi, Reporter by day, blogger by night Jimmy Wallace was not a normal boy. He hadn't been for three months. Three... ok months. He'd figured it out and he'd made arrangements with that thing in his head too. He'd live with the powers and It would live with his morals. He could be a Super and a normal boy. He wouldn't break the world. Not like Legion and Amaterasu. Not like Ice Age. Not like those other Supers. Not him. Then Vicky happened, and it all went wrong. This is a coming of age story in a world much like this one and a short stride ahead technologically. There are more hard topics in this story than there are super fights, and I try to bridge the divide between dystopia and wholesome. The views discussed in this story do not reflect those of the author! They are hard topics and I try to be fair to all sides. If anyone has their own views, comment! I love the discussion and If you're thinking it, someone in this story is too, even if don't I know it yet. You might well find your ideas show up down the line. I can't promise a consistent chapter cadence, but I am shooting for once a week. If this story starts getting enough attention, I plan to put up a patreon, and if THAT gets big enough, I would love to do this full time. Until then ;) PS. If you've read (and liked) my other story, The Wizard of Elsewhere rest assured it is not gone, just put aside. I have a personal attachment to that story, and I fully intend to keep it going. Also, it's rather applicable. You'll see.