A Mutant’s Dream
by Jacob
A mutant is a new organism that rises up from an alteration in the current one. The word conjures images of long-nailed creatures emerging from green slime, horrid disfigured humans living in the sewage system, shrieking housewives behind their shotgun armed husbands, and, less imaginatively, simply regular people or animals, but with an extra limb or organ attached somewhere.
A modern mutant, and certainly a more politically correct one, may look something like a member of the X-Men, a group of mildly gifted individuals fighting for justice and acceptance into a society that really wants nothing more than to kill them. A look at their powers is revealing:
Avalanche has the ability to generate powerful vibrations.
Bedlam possesses the ability to scan and perceive existing energy fields and the ability to scramble the human brain’s neural chemistry.
Bishop can store and re-emit various forms of projected energy and, has the ability to instinctively know his present location. Black Knight wields the Sword of Light and the Shield of Night.
Butterfly is aware of changes to reality. And, my personal favorite,
Banshee - who has the ability to cause nausea. Sound familiar?
It’s simple; we are mutants. It isn’t news, even in mainstream science, that through changing our behaviors, we begin to alter our chemical composition and rearrange neural pathways in our brain. Red blood cells in the body renew themselves, entirely, every three months. Skin cells are even faster. Physically, there’s not a single thing about us that’s the same as when we were born.
In every moment, without any effort on our part, our bodies are fluid, constantly regenerating themselves, continuously recycling old matter, and ceaselessly giving rise to new creation. But we know that we are not our physical bodies. We’re a set of symbols interpreting, with great difficulty, the light that our body feels so effortlessly. We’re the only things that remain sedentary in life, the only heaviness holding us down. We’re a race of predators, feeding on our own creation of emotional pain. For the first time, I see how truly wonderful it is.
When we lifted the Sword of Light, and began to ruthlessly hack away at ourselves, we became the forerunners of an unimaginable race. With matter supporting us, we did something unheard of: we began to disassemble. We, ourselves, became a virus infecting the system, a virus for which the system has no recourse; we’re far more powerful. It doesn’t stand a chance; we are becoming untouchable. So, my friends, welcome to a world with no room for dead weight, no tolerance for self-pity, and where what we say will become reality. Let the light shine in every corner. For me, there’s no turning back.
It’s simple; I’m a mutant.