From the existence of "normal" extends the definition of "abnormal".
"deviating from what is normal or usual, typically in a way that is undesirable or worrying."
Even among the abnormal however, there exist some that are too abnormal to fit into the normalcy of the abnormal category. These are referred to as outliers.
Even among the outliers there are some which do not fit. These are the enigmas, the anomalies, the contradictions to common logic.
These paradoxical entities, which contradict their own existence by the impossibility of their own life, are so rare that perhaps they are considered to be nonexistent at all.
This is not true however, as they most certainly exist, in fact, their existence is easier to classify then normal ones.
You see, whereas a "normal" existence fits into categories and races these enigmas fit into only one category, a category so narrow in scale that it can only exist in the most fantastic fantasies mankind could come up with. These are referred to as "special cases"
The special cases, are the superhumans, the ones which aren't humanly possible...
But I assure you dear readers, this is in fact possible, and this is the tale of the most special of all of these paradoxes. A man who created the trend, a man who can stop the trend, a man who can do anything....
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Upon the widespread discovery of people with powers, conventionally referred to as "Super Humans" the UN decided to create a place where they could be trained without being brainwashed by one nation or another. The countries still wished to control the superhumans however, and an agreement was reached on how to do this. It would be a type of auction, countries could have sponsorships between the students and the countries, like a job.
Why would countries agree to this? Well for one, power levels varied vastly between the super humans, and even more so among the countries. Lets say a small rich country only had one natural born superhuman, whereas a large poor country had several. The Rich country would be limited in its options, especially if that one person had a weaker power when compared to the poor country, whereas the poor country would not be able to take care of the more powerful ones well enough, nor would it be able to protect them from richer larger countries. Hence it was decided that all super humans would be independent of their starting countries and be "up for grabs" by the highest bidder of whoever got their first.
Under it all however, the main reason was so that the superpowers would be able to keep tabs on who was in control of what student. It was an easy way of openly tracking your enemies, or even your allies, power levels.
It also served as a deterrent for war. For example, the Rank 4 was allied with America, whereas the rank 7 and the rank 5 are allied with Russia, This is a deterrent to conventional warfare, as the higher level super humans could easily destroy most of a conventional army by themselves. The world took the route of "Fight fire with fire", thus a neutral space was born....
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??? : "Damnit Mark! Stop sleeping in class!!!"
Mark : "Shut up woman, the teacher doesn't care does he? Even if he did, what is the point? I know more then he does anyway..."
??? : "THAT'S NOT THE POINT DAMNIT!!!! Just fucking pay attention to the class!! You are disrupting it!"
Mark : "From my point of view, you are the one disrupting the class...."
Mark sighed and opened his eyes to the classroom once again.
He glanced at the clock, it was only twenty eight minutes since he had tried to fall asleep and yet this stupid naggy bitch still had the gall to interrupt him...
He glanced over at her, there she sat, Erica, the blond beauty, the golden nightmare, the enforcer... she had many names, but those were the more popular ones.
She sat right next to him, much to his dissatisfaction, she was about 5' 8", with (obviously) blond hair, down to just below her shoulders. Her face was nice, nothing to kill for, but not just "cute". Truth be told though, it was her body that had everyone drooling. Despite her height, she had a rather large bust and had no fat at all, just smooth white skin.
Her eyes were blue, and they were currently glaring at him, this was combined with a scowl, marring her normally pretty face.
He sighed again, the person on the opposite side of him from her was pissing himself. This girl was scary, really scary... The reason?
She was the rank 170...
It was in the upper two hundred, an extremely high rank in this academy. In all of the eight thousand students she was one of its top ones, She was sponsored by the USA, someone who only deals with higher ranks. She alone was paid a ridiculously large sum every year. They essentially owned her.
She had a habit of harassing students and the stationed soldiers for not following the rules exactly, hence her nickname as the enforcer. It was really bad luck on his part to be sitting next to her, as for academic stuff she had few equals. She took it very seriously...
In combat she wasn't a pushover either, but to Mark that didn't matter...
Erica : "Now sit up and pay atten- Hey! NO DON'T JUST GO BACK TO SLEEP!!!"
He sighed again, and put his head back down, willing himself to drown out her incessant nagging...
Erica : "You have a lot of balls for someone of your rank Mark! I know that you are officially un-ranked but that is because you are too chicken to put yourself at risk in the arena! In fact, I got a notice from the academy that you won't be allowed to do this anymore... Hear that? You have to participate in the next ranking tournament or they will revoke your rights..."
Mark opened his eyes at this... If what she was saying was correct then that meant that his days of doing nothing were over... Curse you life!!!
Erica : "Oh, that got a reaction! Ya, you heard me, should you fail to participate this time you will be sent to one of the cryo-prisons where they send the bad students and the criminals..."
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Mark stood up, glanced at her, and started walking toward the door.
Mark : "Teacher, can I leave, I have something to do..."
Teacher : "You don't need to come to class anyway, you know that..."
The teacher said with a wry smile.
Erica yelled after mark to remember to fight, as the tournament was starting tomorrow...
Mark : "Ya ya ya... I will fight, just make sure you guys get my good side...."
Mark fell into deep thought as he walked out of the classroom...
Mark : *I know that I said that I would fight, but I don't want to reveal just how truly powerful my mind is...I guess it is time for plan B"
Mark had, in truth, always known that he would need to start fighting eventually, so he had refurbished one of his earliest inventions in order to aid the process.
He walked over to the closest tubes, labeled A-1 and A-2.
Inside of these tubes were two of his first androids which he had built.
The container lids slid open, revealing two identical beauties, each one looked human in all aspects. They wore nothing, leaving their synthetic skin bare to the slightly cold air of the lab. They had been created to look and act exactly like humans, with feelings emotions and synthetic skin.
Within their day to day lives they were able to stay undercover and act exactly human, to the point of producing human blood should they take a light wound. If it gets beyond a certain point however, their mechanical chassis would show through the wounds.
All dents or wounds would soon heal however, as the robots possessed an extensive self repair system, and were capable of rebuilding themselves from even the smallest pieces.
They did have the option of entering a "combat mode" and with it came various weapon systems and software changes.
He had built them will a full complement of sophisticated weapons hidden within their body. In the right shoulder, a rack of cluster missiles, each the size of a pinky finger, but packing enough firepower to take out any armored ground vehicle, in the other shoulder was a collapsible mini-gun, capable of firing 30mm rounds 6000 times a minute, and swapping between armor piercing and magnesium rounds.
In the left arm, a small but powerful flamethrower, capable of spewing its volatile mix of either napalm or a special phosphorus, up to forty feet, in the right arm, was the primary weapon. A condensed Gauss cannon, built and designed by Mark for this exact model of android. It was able to fire quarter sized projectiles at speeds beyond mach fifteen as they exited the palm. Needless to say this is the most powerful weapon which the androids had, save for their self destruct sequence, which is easily on par with an extinction level event in scale...
Each android runs off of synthetic antimatter, which Mark created, and possessed targeting computers that were more advanced then anything would be for centuries to come...
To normal people however, they were just a pair of really really hot chicks...
He decided to pause the boot up sequence, and coded a patch for their systems that would limit their power outputs to "manageable" levels, as he would be fighting with them in the arena, and while arena deaths are not unheard of, it is frowned upon.
He inserted the patch after having it serve three purposes, the first was to restrict all lethal weapons, like missiles flame throwers and the mini gun.(Along with everything not mentioned...) The second purpose was to turn down the Gauss power so that it also wouldn't kill..
The final purpose was to hide a majority of their abilities, so that they were only around half as fast as normal and had a fifth of their brute strength, and finally to slow down the processing speed, so that too was less than 40% of normal.
After he programmed this onto a chip he added in a verbal override just in case, he then slid the chip into their respective ports and uploaded the patch. A moment later the two androids whirred on, and opened their eyes, awakening from their sleep.
??? : "Good morning master, My! How big you have grown! You looks so handsome now *giggles* I sense that I am not operating normally, do you wish for me to fix that?" the first android asked, as it stood up, and stretched, its beautiful body still naked and slightly shining under the brightness of the lights.
??? : "I think he knows that we arn't operating at peak ability, and would not want us to...*yawn* fix it Clare..." The second one said, while also stretching.
Mark nodded, confirming the second android's theory and then added his own explanation.
"Yes, Megan is right, I didn't want you to kill anyone one your first day out since all of those years ago as you get readjusted to your bodies, so I regulated your programming. I am taking you to school tomorrow so I expect you to not cause any trouble. And if you do, solve it... I designed you with the ability to evolve and adapt, as well as think freely and feel. You think the same, if not better than, a human. I expect you to follow the rules for now..."
That night, he ate dinner which the androids had made, reflected on their "top chef" level cooking skills which they had downloaded prior to their deactivation, and bid them goodnight, telling them that he would see them in the morning. He then went to sleep wondering how the next day would turn out..."
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This one is more complete at the moment, but its being as i write it, whereas the story you just read is already mostly built (no real ending or arc endings yet, just ideas floating around ready to be typed)
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