When I was twelve, I got together enough money to go to the DocWagon clinic in Cambridge and take a magical activity test. It took me about a month to scrape together the nuyen. They put me through a whole bunch of tests, asking questions and having me imagine and think different things. A woman came and looked at my aura and they stuck a needle in my arm to take a blood sample. Then I waited for more than a week, the longest and most torturous week of my life. I was so edgy and sensitive nobody wanted to be around me much. I just stayed in my room with my cyberdeck and my bootleg chips of Tales of Atlantis to keep me company. Then, finally, I got the results.