Heyyy, what's happenin'? You've reached the voicemail of one very fine-lookin' man. Wanna chat? Fanboy all over my mad skillz? Declare your undying love for me? You know what to do. [BEEEEP]
[He sounds interested, mostly because he is interested.]
There aren't any superheroes in the place where I live, no, where I did live before I lived here. Here, where there are many superheroes. But there were heroes, there were every day people and sentient beings and creatures that did heroic things, but they did not wear costumes and their labels were more mundane than superhero. They were teachers and radio hosts and reading club militia units.
[Wade doesn't know what to say to that-- reading club militia units? Did he hear him right?-- but he takes note of the fact that Carlos has included radio hosts in that list. Because of course he would.]
Well I mean, there are heroes in every world, I guess. Mine just happens to be filled with... y'know. Mutants, like I've said. An' they're not always considered heroes, obviously. Apparently a lot of the more mundane folk think we're abominations or in defiance of God's will or whatever Pat Robertson-esque drivel comes outta their mouth during those protests.
Heh. As if it's that easy for us to change our genetic makeup. It's not like we-- [He stops; corrects himself. He's already toying with hypocrisy by taking this stance-- no reason to bring it further.] I mean, not like a lot of us were presented with a choice, y'know?
[He shrugs, hands open wide as if to indicate the wealth of possibilities, as if to contain all the choices of one endlessly possible life within such a small space.]
Or do we have all the choices? Do we choose what we are by the nature of how we express ourselves, how we interact with the world and one another, by the actions we take and the inactions we do not take, by the words we speak and the silences we keep? Scientifically speaking, I think the choices that we have are infinite.
[What the hell is he even supposed to say to that? Clearly Carlos is operating on a completely different plane than he is. Wade isn't really sure how much choice most mutants have in being born with powers-- and when Carlos puts it that way it sounds altogether offensive-- but he figures this isn't really the time to mince words. He clears his throat.]
So, uh... yeah. That's the reason for the spandex, I guess. Freedom of movement and all that. Uh... anything else you were curious about?
Oh, um... Well, I'm a scientist, and scientists are curious about nearly everything, it's one of the defining qualities of a scientist.
[How many times can one man mention science in thirty seconds?]
But curiosity isn't a trait reserved just for scientists, and I'm sure it would count as fair turnabout if you were allowed to ask a question to sate a small portion of your curiosity next.
[Wade chastises himself for sounding awkward and unprofessional. After all, this is a Q&A, not a blind date. He's silent for a brief moment, considering his options.]
Uh... well what I'd really like to know is what your world is like. Cecil's given me hints, but I still can't make heads or tails of it. N-No offense.
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[He sounds interested, mostly because he is interested.]
There aren't any superheroes in the place where I live, no, where I did live before I lived here. Here, where there are many superheroes. But there were heroes, there were every day people and sentient beings and creatures that did heroic things, but they did not wear costumes and their labels were more mundane than superhero. They were teachers and radio hosts and reading club militia units.
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[Wade doesn't know what to say to that-- reading club militia units? Did he hear him right?-- but he takes note of the fact that Carlos has included radio hosts in that list. Because of course he would.]
Well I mean, there are heroes in every world, I guess. Mine just happens to be filled with... y'know. Mutants, like I've said. An' they're not always considered heroes, obviously. Apparently a lot of the more mundane folk think we're abominations or in defiance of God's will or whatever Pat Robertson-esque drivel comes outta their mouth during those protests.
Heh. As if it's that easy for us to change our genetic makeup. It's not like we-- [He stops; corrects himself. He's already toying with hypocrisy by taking this stance-- no reason to bring it further.] I mean, not like a lot of us were presented with a choice, y'know?
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[He shrugs, hands open wide as if to indicate the wealth of possibilities, as if to contain all the choices of one endlessly possible life within such a small space.]
Or do we have all the choices? Do we choose what we are by the nature of how we express ourselves, how we interact with the world and one another, by the actions we take and the inactions we do not take, by the words we speak and the silences we keep? Scientifically speaking, I think the choices that we have are infinite.
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[What the hell is he even supposed to say to that? Clearly Carlos is operating on a completely different plane than he is. Wade isn't really sure how much choice most mutants have in being born with powers-- and when Carlos puts it that way it sounds altogether offensive-- but he figures this isn't really the time to mince words. He clears his throat.]
So, uh... yeah. That's the reason for the spandex, I guess. Freedom of movement and all that. Uh... anything else you were curious about?
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[How many times can one man mention science in thirty seconds?]
But curiosity isn't a trait reserved just for scientists, and I'm sure it would count as fair turnabout if you were allowed to ask a question to sate a small portion of your curiosity next.
no subject
[Wade chastises himself for sounding awkward and unprofessional. After all, this is a Q&A, not a blind date. He's silent for a brief moment, considering his options.]
Uh... well what I'd really like to know is what your world is like. Cecil's given me hints, but I still can't make heads or tails of it. N-No offense.