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Okay, I know–my superpower–I’d be able to shoot lightening bolts out from my fingertips–great big knowledge network lightening bolts–and when a person was zapped by one of those bolts, they’d fall down on their knees and once on their knees, they’d be under water, in this place I saw once off the east coast of the Bahamas, a place where a billion electric blue fish swam up to me and made me a part of their school–and then they’d be up in the air, up in Manhattan, above the World Trade Center, with a flock of pigeons, flying amid the skyscrapers, and then–then what? And then they’d go blind, and then they’d be taken away–they’d feel homesick–more homesick than they’d felt in their entire life–so homesick they were throwing up–and they’d be abandoned, I don’t know…in the middle of a harvested corn field in Missouri. And then they’d be able to see again, and from the edges of the field people would appear–everybody they’d known–and they’d be carrying Black Forest cakes and burning tiki lamps and boom boxes playing the same song, and they sky would turn into a sunset, the way it does in Walt Disney brochure, and the person I zapped would never be alone or isolated again.
