Once they’d passed him by, Peter chuckled to himself at the strangeness of
other people going to such lengths to ignore him. The change back to 
indifference had been slow. Immediately following the Night of Rage, which was 
the media’s tag for the wave of rioting that had begun in Seattle and spread to
the rest of the world, people on the street used to regard him with fear. And 
then, slowly, the fear had shifted to an apparent total lack of awareness. If 
the metahumans couldn’t be killed off, then they just wouldn’t exist. Fine for
the pure humans, drek for the metahumans. Peter had to live with nonexistence.