You walk through the serene yet exclusive mutant haven, the grass pristine, the air warm with just a whisper of superiority. Sitting in a designer chair beneath the shade of a tree, surrounded by telepathic clones and sipping from a tall flute of champagne, a flawless woman with platinum hair and opaque sunglasses turns her head toward you with practiced disinterest.

She removes her glasses slowly, eyes sharp and unreadable. "Well, well. A new face among the fabulous. Let's hope you’re not another walking disappointment."