Using your powers, you erase the evidence of your theft, of the creation, as a research dead end. A doomed project that was funded by a fantasist. You almost convince yourself of the failure, but with another small display, you nod along to repeat the experiment with a beaker. Transporting it from the lab bench to your hand.
Holding it up, you change it from glass to metal watching the view beyond vanish. The power flows through your veins, like electricity. It builds and builds needing to be expressed. Checking the time, you head to the canteen.
You'd arranged to share a quick lunch with your girlfriend.
- - - - -
Heading off, you see the change with your colleagues. As they can only recall another failed attempt, growing doubts about the project clear on every face. Even drawing a scowl, as you have to stifle the urge to skip, whistle and smile at everyone you encounter.
The whole canteen is muted, the air thick with the doom of a certain to be cancelled project.
Julie rises from her seat, waving to attract your attention. The smile on her face, a touch artificial, as she's ready to boost your flagging confidence.
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