At a booth in Milliways sits a woman in her thirties, stirring a cup of tea, watching the stars explode. There is a fat boring-looking lawbook under her elbow, and a barcode across the back of her right hand.
The book briefly becomes heavier, before returning to its normal weight. Green-and-yellow girl's hand is forming a white-knuckled fist, and her jaw is clenched.
Lawbook lady drops her lawbook, startling enough to jostle her tea with her other hand. Splish. She saves the book but has to dab some tea off her hand.
"...Do you mean is that the extent of my powers or do I do anything with my life besides powers, because the answer to both of those questions as I have phrased them is yes. As far as I know, anyway."
"Fair enough. Although what counts as science fiction depends heavily on things like when you are and where you stand relative to baseline early-twenty-first-century Earth, but since the X-Gene showed up while it was still the twentieth century it qualifies more comprehensively than many things."
"I'm pretty sure that's earlier than normal for cloning technology to be developed, so kudos, you do have science fiction in real life. I'm from 2123."
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