S gulped in renewed fear. He knew what the gesture meant. The green rock was coming out.
Umm…
The gunman nodded once in acknowledgement, though S didn't see it. The man squeezed the trigger, and a bullet whizzed by S, expertly placed. It grazed the top of his left shoulder.
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S was cruising along at about forty miles per hour, Jenson could see.
That’s awfully slow.
Why? A cheetah could still catch him.
Once again, it hammered home the fact that S was an alien. Though he looked and sounded like a regular kid, he was not of the Earth. He was not human. It was a fact Jenson sometimes found himself forgetting.
Maybe if he went and checked S’s room and inspected his collection of butterfly wings and kitten bones?
He might even kill him, rather than simply terminate his involvement with the ragtag group of rogue scientists who called themselves Bureau Thirty-Nine.
Wow. Just *how* did Cam set up that operation?
How fast would S become? Would he ever be able to outrun a train, for example?
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Would he be able to lift a car with his bare hands?
Car. Space shuttle. Sack of potatos.
Would he possess the ability to bend steel?
Kinda-sorta. He’ll also be able to jump a tall building in a single bound.
Jenson knew that his boss was working - slaving really - over plans to build a more secure cell for S, one he would not be able to break free of once his strength began to manifest.
Umm…One that has Kryptonite embedded inside the walls?
Would he be able to control the elements? Would he gain the ability to shape-shift?
No. He’s not a magical being. :rolleyes: Maybe he should cut back on his comic consumption.
Trask personally oversaw the child's education. No one but Trask and S were privy to what, exactly, those lessons consisted of.
He’s not probing the alien, is he?
S could recite the names of every major city in the world, what countries they were in, and who was in charge.
Also, population sizes, shatter points, and generally best way to obliterate it using a hand-delivered thermonuclear device.
He could easily figure out the longitude and latitude of any place Cameron could possibly mention.
That should come in handy for unassisted flight. At least, until they set up the GPS satelies.
And yet, S had the nagging feeling that Cameron was withholding information from him, even at that young age.
Oh boy. Is *he* going to be floored when he sees his first woman. I’m wondering if Cameron will bring in a Lana as a test subject for a 16-18 year-old alien. Or will it be a Lois?
Who they were, S didn't know. They were simply "the enemy." But S had the impression that "the enemy" was anyone who wasn't Bureau Thirty-Nine.
Smart boy. He’s learning!
Try as he might, S found it impossible to force himself to become the cold-hearted killer Cameron wanted him to become.
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Best not tell Cameron, though.
He couldn't understand why Trask wanted him to destroy so many wonderful, fascinating things.
He doesn’t care about the butterflies. He just uses them to target the human hosts the y land on.
He didn't want to kill. He didn't want to destroy. He simply wanted to live his life.
Michael
