Specifically, your mind makes you more powerful than anyone you meet, even if they don't know it yet, even if they appear to be stronger. And it is this clear superiority of mind that makes you absolutely certain that one day, you will be the most powerful being on the planet.
Which makes outsiders to the planet exceedingly unwelcome.
You knew it the first time you saw a man flying through the air, saw the people, small and simpering, gaze in adoration at the physical feat and the naive sheen of heroism, awe at the greatness of a muscleman who could save a few people from disaster.
You knew then that this Superman would be a problem. You knew that he would take your dream, your certain destiny from you.
Years later, when the alien is writhing beneath you, begging, keening under your hands, when you tell him that you own him and he smiles, you wonder:
Is it better to be the greatest power, or to possess the greatest power?
You think of the taste of his skin, soft sweat on your lips, and you think of the cache of Kryptonite in your lead vault, and you are not sure of the answer.
You press a hard thumb onto the man's lips and he sucks on it, whimpers, "Please."
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Date: 2015-03-24 05:44 am (UTC)Specifically, your mind makes you more powerful than anyone you meet, even if they don't know it yet, even if they appear to be stronger. And it is this clear superiority of mind that makes you absolutely certain that one day, you will be the most powerful being on the planet.
Which makes outsiders to the planet exceedingly unwelcome.
You knew it the first time you saw a man flying through the air, saw the people, small and simpering, gaze in adoration at the physical feat and the naive sheen of heroism, awe at the greatness of a muscleman who could save a few people from disaster.
You knew then that this Superman would be a problem. You knew that he would take your dream, your certain destiny from you.
Years later, when the alien is writhing beneath you, begging, keening under your hands, when you tell him that you own him and he smiles, you wonder:
Is it better to be the greatest power, or to possess the greatest power?
You think of the taste of his skin, soft sweat on your lips, and you think of the cache of Kryptonite in your lead vault, and you are not sure of the answer.
You press a hard thumb onto the man's lips and he sucks on it, whimpers, "Please."
You decide to answer your question another day.