Life. You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I’ve always been different. But not like the others. Other kids could be cruel, they’d call me names—dweeb, chimp, honky, dweeby-chimp, honky-dweeb, and worst of all, chomsky-honk. Did you know there’s over 87 combinations of those soul-scalding words? I found out the hard way. Powers are for the weak. I have no powers. I mean, unless you count the power to blow minds with my weapons-grade philosophical insights.