Thread: Heroes: Emergent (New York City, 2020)

Caleb Cal Moody 400 PM, New York City, NY Caleb sat silently in his favorite bar to unwind after a long day of work. He must be getting a lot stronger, he didn't feel as sore as he normally did. Perhaps he had just drank enough water for the day. He took a drink of his Budweiser and released a slow sigh. He could already feel the alcohol going through his system, dulling his senses and letting him relax a bit more. He ran a hand through his hair slowly and sat against the bar table. At first glance, one wouldn't suspect that the man had an IQ that was steadily growing, approaching a level that was almost ready to rival Einstein if not surpass him. He had always been a sharp kid, getting smarter and smarter with every passing year, getting to the point that when he was ready to move out that he was smarter than his father and his mother combined. This was different though. This didn't feel like he was just intelligent, this felt like something completely different. It was as though he had control over every aspect in his body, right down to the movement and use of cells. It was an odd feeling, something he didn't focus on and yet he felt some degree of control over it all. The dulling of the senses began to fade and he became curious as to why. He was still drinking a fair amount of alcohol, he should be feeling very well at this point. He didn't feel sore, didn't feel any aches or pains from a long day of riding, he felt good and awake like he'd just had a fresh cup of coffee. As he looked at the bottle of beer, he began to see a mental list of ingredients that went into making it. Not just ingredients but he also began to see just how it was made. He had to pause a moment and had a look of dumbfoundedness. He'd never brewed a batch of beer in his life, how did he know this? As he took a moment and thought about it, the answer showed itself to him. It had been from a show he'd heard off the Food Network three years back when he had been trying to get into bed with a girl and had accidentally rolled on the remote. Strange, very strange indeed. He found his mind doing this a few times throughout the night. When he glanced at a bottle, his mind immediately showed him how it had been made. When he felt the bottle in his hand, he immediately could sense the imperfection in the glass. He frowned. Woah that's weird as hell he said mostly to himself. You gonna stare at the bottle all night or are you gonna let me take it asked a waitress in an annoyed tone. The waitress in question was a gorgeous brunette. She had a curvy body that was neither too much nor too little. She had it in all the right places. Cal looked up and things seemed to slow in his mind as he studied her features. The way she gripped a bottle in her hands, the way she clenched her jaw, the way her pupils were dilated. Everything pointed towards her being angry at something but what was it? His mind began to race and produced an image he had seen in a fleeting manner. An image of her reading a book of some sort and her clear focus as she wrote something down. Something involving college. A term paper most likely. Perhaps that's what had her frustrated. I'm guessing my existence isn't what is truly annoying you. I'm betting it has something to do with that term paper your having trouble writing? he said with a tilt of his head. The waitress backed up a bit. She clearly hadn't expected him to say that. H-How'd you know that? Are you stalking me you creep? she said quickly and defensively. Cal smirked. Not at all. I noticed that you had been writing something from a pretty thick book a while back and you were pretty focused on it. Chances are that it's a college textbook and your writing your term. Am I right? he said quickly. The information bubbled in his frontal lobe as he spoke. The information presenting itself before he even had looked at it. The waitress seemed freaked out and backed away, quickly running into the backroom. ' Uh oh, looks like trouble is on the way ' he thought as he quickly paid for his drink and made his way out, climbing onto his bike and pedaling away quickly before whoever she was talking to had a chance to do or say anything Perhaps this waitress is part of the company, perhaps she notifies them about him being a possible evolved human?