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Saving Humanity One Death at a Time

“Just so you know, I’m not apologizing. I simply figured that you’d want an explaination,” I say while I put on my purple latex gloves.

“In the United States alone, 5.3 million people suffer from paralysis. Doctors have ways to help once the stroke hits or therapy after the spinal cord injury, but nothing to prevent it. Hopefully that statement won’t be true after you.” I smile at him.

“What are you going to do?” Zenith asks, pretending to hide his nerves.

“Oh, you are such a good audience; you knew exactly what to do, Zenith! Hmm, that just sounds wrong to call you Zenith. What’s your name?” I ask getting out my checklist of procedures.

Silence is my only answer.

“Don’t worry, doctor-patient confidentiality.”

Begrudgingly, “Derek Cromwell.”

“Well, Derek, do you have any familial medical history, especially paralysis that I should know about? Or any current medical issues you have?

“No. And unless if you count superhuman abilities as a medical issue, no.” I would have thought Zenith would have more quips like he does when he is out catching crooks and stopping robbers.

“You mean, your enhanced strength, stamina, and speed? That shouldn’t affect the results too much. But what can you do, never can find the perfect test subject,” I wave my hand as if dismissing the thought. “So you asked how the procedure is going to be done. I’m going to place these electrodes on you-”

“Are you going to stun me with that gun of yours, Stunner?” Derek sneers.

“I built the gun with the technology I am about to perform, yes. And my name is not that blasted ‘Stunner’ as the newspapers boldly dramatizes in the headlines. I am Dr. Erika Quint.” I stand a little taller proclaiming my name. Everyone else will hear my name in the coming months.

“Wait, you’re an actual doctor? That’s why you wear the lab coat? You’re not just a crazy mad scientist?” Derek struggles against his restraints to look at me better.

“Well, technically, almost doctor. My university decided it would be better if I continued my research on my own. I don’t have an angry vengeance thing going on; I understand sometimes people are afraid of genius and the following success.”

“No lust for revenge, huh. In all of my crime fighting, I thought revenge was a number one must on the villain checklist,” Derek says puzzled.

“Ug, I’m not a villain! I’m just ahead of my time,” I finish my checklist. “After the university set me free, other research facilities thought my cause was worth donating their equipment for.”

“You mean you stole millions of dollars in medical equipment and stunned anyone with your gun if they got in your way,” Derek hisses.

“We scientist have to do a lot to fund our research. Sometimes that is wearing a fancy dress and wine and dine the potential sponsors. Or sometimes you have to wear a ski mask and lab goggles and learn how to disarm security systems,” I say while putting the nodes on his bare skin.

“You’re a menace to society.”

“I am saving humanity.”

He barks something that someone might mistake for a laugh, “By stealing, putting countless in the hospital, and experimenting on me?”

“It’s always confused me how most people think that the few currently living outweigh the billions yet to be born. Sure, I take full responsibility for harming a handful of individuals, but it is an easy price to pay for saving millions.” I place the final node on his upper thigh.

“Wow, your deranged conviction. There is no way I can convince you not to do this?” I see, not for the first time, fear flicker in his eyes. But this time it stays there.

“Am I really that deranged? I mean, I really want to know. I am not experimenting on little children, the helpless elderly, or mothers and fathers who would leave orphans. It’s just you, Derek. No girlfriend, mother passed when you were a junior in high school, father estranged. A few close friends, but you always happen to be fighting Empress Entropy and miss hanging out with them. I don’t even think they’ll notice. The thing is, I didn’t pick you because you’re Zenith but because if my procedure happens to not be successful, you, Derek Cromwell, won’t leave a vast gaping hole in the universe,” I say sincerely.

“But . . . I -um . . . Zenith, I mean, I am saving people. This city needs me.”

“Honestly, this city is overcrowded with Heroes. Who needs you when there’s Spider-man or Daredevil? Or the freakin’ Avengers?” I position the lights at the perfect angle.

“Hey I helped the Avengers out once,” Derek says proudly, almost forgetting what is about to happen.

“You filled in for The Thing at poker night. And you lost almost all of your money to Hawkeye. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been planning this for a long time.” I start flipping switches on my machine.

“I’m twenty-three, I have a whole life ahead of me. I can save so many more people,” Derek pleads.

“You will save more people by taking part in this procedure, than you could in a lifetime.” Derek begins to protest, but I put in his mouth guard.

“I’m not going to sugar coat this. It will probably hurt. But you are saving humanity.”

I push the button.

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So Do Our Heroes

To you, oh comicbooks, do I appoint the dedication of this poem to

All your intricacies and simplicities

All your realities and complexities

You reflect our hearts

of what they are and what they wish to be

Victory and vanity

Freedom and failings

Honor and hesitation

These are you

These are us

We created super-powered beings

with ink and paper and imagination

We created beings with powers due only to gods

We created false gods

knowing that we do the same with flesh and blood

not just ink and paper.

We imbued you with powers beyond comprehension

to change the world

and not just your’s

with evil masterminds

and cat burglars

and devilish henchmen,

but also to change our world.

To give hope

and dreams

and nobility

to little boys and girls

reading your pages.

So that when they grow up

to become big boys and big girls

they can change the world.

Yet,

in giving you powers beyond our comprehension

we also heightened your

failures and faults and flaws

We created Superman

and we created kryptonite

We created Spider-man

and we created Uncle Ben

We created Wolverine

and we created his savageness

We created heroes

and we created their weaknesses

to comfort us

to know that

we have failures and faults and flaws

and so do our heroes.

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The Chameleon: A Triolet

The Chameleon, a life spent to hide the man

A mask so thick he does not want to find who he was once

With his masks, clothes, and skills he could be anyone from your doctor to your fireman

The Chameleon, a life spent to hide the man

Hired as spy and impostor, even if there is not a personal identity, he is a wanted man

With seven billion people in the world, he can find an identity in abundance

The Chameleon, a life spent to hide the man

A mask so thick he does not want to find who he was once

Doctor Octopus: A Triolet

Doctor Otto Gunther Octavius, a man with eight appendages but can never reach what is his desire

Doc Ock is remembered for his arms, not his real power – his mind

His arrogance makes him constantly misfire

Doctor Otto Gunther Octavius, a man with eight appendages but can never reach what is his desire

He is cast as the villain so that in fighting him Spider-man can inspire

Doctor Octopus idea of superiority over man is always against Spider-man who is fighting for humankind

Doctor Otto Gunther Octavius, a man with eight appendages but can never reach what is his desire

Doc Ock is remembered for his arms, not his real power – his mind

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Edwin Jarvis: A Triolet

Edwin Jarvis, armed with a vacuum cleaner and a beautiful British voice

Keeper of the Avenger’s Mansion, there to dust the lamps and stitch up a cut

It is more than just a duty but a caring choice

Edwin Jarvis, armed with a vacuum cleaner and a beautiful British voice

Not just a butler but the voice of Tony’s AI, comic book readers and movie watchers rejoice

Always there with a snarky remark in Iron Man’s helmet

Edwin Jarvis, armed with a vacuum cleaner and a beautiful British voice

Keeper of the Avenger’s Mansion, there to dust the lamps and stitch up a cut

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Rick Jones: A Triolet

Rick Jones, a boy thrown into a superhero’s life

By saving his life, a monster was created

Might he wonder if saving him was worth all this strife?

Rick Jones, a boy thrown into a superhero’s life

In journeys fit for heroes he was traveled as far as the Kree Empire and the Arctic wildlife

Finally got his chance to be a hero himself, as A-Bomb, when atoms exploded

Rick Jones, a boy thrown into a superhero’s life

By saving his life, a monster was created

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Love to Hate

The people we love to hate

The Joker – a crazy chaos creator

testing our hero to show who he really is

and who we are

The people we love to hate

The bully in the children’s story

making us love the little nerd

showing that we root for the underdog

The people we love to hate

The evil mastermind in the spy movies

allowing us to recognize that we

are on the good side

The people we love to hate

The evil stepmother – especially if she has a villainous cackle

for us to discover anew that we are against the oppressor

and for the oppressed

The people we love to hate

What if the people we love to hate

are not just in stories?

 

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