I have an idea for a story – an X-Men spinoff.
Years or decades in the future, all humans have evolved to become mutants. Everybody has powers, just as Magneto wanted, so no one is concealing their mutantism (is this even a word?) anymore and is instead flaunting it literally on their ID right next to their name and CIN (citizen identification number).
Mutants are registered at the age of 7, when their powers manifest. Based on their powers, they are sent off to different schools where they are taught how to control or cultivate these. Then when they graduate, they can apply for a job based on their skills set which includes their powers. For example, if you can teleport, then you can apply to be a transportation operator, the equivalent of “drivers” in the olden days. Instead of driving the transportation, though, you use your powers to teleport the entire machine and your passengers to another place, all within seconds.
Your career, and your entire life, is determined by the ability you were born with.
Jerrice (because this is the future, we should have weird names, you know, like Katniss) is telepathic and very unhappy with her power. She hates that the world is such a noisy place because she can hear everyone’s thoughts. I mean, did she really need to know that Spethen, the guy she likes, is actually into Elza, the prettiest and most popular girl in school?
She wishes that she had been blessed with her mom’s shapeshifting powers so she could be a famous supermodel like her. If she had been a ‘shifter like her mom, she could be more gorgeous than Elza and Spethen would like – nay – be in love with her. Instead, she had inherited her father’s useful yet painful ability. And look where it had gotten him.
At the thought of her father, an additional pang of pain overcomes her as she muses, for the nth time, that she wouldn’t mind such a noisy world in her head, if one of those voices were his.
This post is part of the A to Z Challenge, a blog hop that goes through the alphabet for all the days of April except Sundays.