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You're a scientist who has created a formula that can make anyone omnipotent.

This choice: Make the people happier, healthier and better at their jobs.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Better Townsfolk.

    by: Gimlet Author IconMail Icon
You reach out, feeling for minds nearby and gradually get a feel for dozens, hundreds, thousands and eventually tens of thousands of people, all nearby. It's hard to hold on to that many in your head, them feeling like points of light (can points of light be 'felt'? Apparently so), but you struggle and maintain it. Slowly, with them all in your attention, you try to emphasize better qualities.

They should look on the bright side more, take a better view of the world and the people in it. Be more forgiving, be friendly and helpful and generally more fun to be around.

You take a breath, sweat breaking out on your forehead. This is HARD!

They should be physically better, less illness and less prone to illness. Be generally healthier, stronger, fitter and quicker. They should generally look nicer, less skin trouble, fewer people with poor vision, less hunched backs and bandy legs, people living longer and better lives.

Now your sweating buckets! Your clothes are soaked! Gotta keep going.

They should be more skilled... *ungh!* better at... doing... *gasp* doing their jobs. Smarter, *Pant* better memory... and.... and....

*THUMP*



Later you dizzily wake to find someone standing over you, kneeling beside you.

"Are you OK?"

The woman is maybe forty years old... except as soon as you look at her you KNOW she is in her late fifties! Ooh! Headache!

You groan and slowly sit up with her help. She's surprisingly strong!

"Er, yeah. Just fainted I guess."

"Working out too much? You really should get a leotard or something for that. Shirt and jeans is no getup to get out with. Heh!"

You chuckle at her joke too, and then feel your clothes sticking to you. Yeah, you could use a change.

She helps you stand, and unbidden her name springs to your mind. Alison Susan Brewer. You must have somehow taken a snapshot of everyone's minds that you improved... or at least some basic knowledge of them. Wait, you're in your kitchen!

"How... how did you find me?" you gasp as you lean on her.

"Hmm? Oh, I noticed you from the sidewalk when I jogged by. Lucky I did or you may have laid there all day! Sorry about the lock, I'll pay for that to get fixed."

You glance over at your screen door, where the lock is ripped from the wall. Whoah, she's strong! Maybe you over did that a tad? But, the sidewalk is a long way off... Oh, vision has improved too hasn't it! She must have seen you collapsed on the floor from... what, seventy yards away? Through a window with the sun reflecting off it? Wow.

"I appreciate the help. I think I'll be OK, but can I get to a chair?"

"Sure. Gotta help out the new comers. Town motto! You should know that. Though how you got past the cordons I don't know!"

OK, what was that about? You do feel tired, but maybe you can use your powers just a little to find out what is going on?

You just slide carefully into Alison's head, not to read her mind but to know what she knows about the town... and almost pass out again!

"Oh, you sure you're gonna be OK?" She says as you waver.

"Yeah, yeah." You mutter as you grasp what you found in Alison's head.

Seems the changes you made had to be matched to reality somehow and they were... weirdly! The locals have ALWAYS been like this, but for some reason birthrates in the town are low for newcomers. Lots of people want to come here, in the hopes that their children will be supermen and superwomen (those terms are really used!), but seldom does that happen. No-one knows why it's the case, but the town borders are well defined, an odd, irregular line around the town. Inside, the locals are happier, healthier and better. Outside they are normal. It only affects those BORN here, but there has just been a police incident with some sort of fake bomb threat, and the usual practise was to get all the non-locals out of town... they are more delicate after all.

That's how your powers justified that everyone nearby be better, and still not mess up society in general. Weird!

It seems few of the locals want to leave, but a small number do, often going into police or military (men and women). There are ALWAYS headhunters trying to drag locals away to jobs out of town, but they rarely succeed.

What on Earth do you do now? That wasn't exactly what you meant... but it seems to have worked, sort of.
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