"Have you ever wondered when the concept of heroism began? What caused the inception of the ideal that you could be someone who can be relied on, and what does that exactly mean to the people- no, what does that mean to you?"

Ingeniously writing it down thermal paper; Samuel Clark, resident resident writer and local cash register of a Doug's Dig-in Donuts franchise as he watches the political woman of the hour signing on a broadcast for new scholarship programs around Pachelbel Grounds, It's a silly city name. No one knows exactly when it began, but it's agreed it happened sometime between 2015 to 2016, when the world began abruptly experiencing the unexplained, people flew into the air, combust into flames as firefighters and police controlled the scene, the sun shone beyond when it was supposed to, and athletes developed reflexes and supernatural strength peerless that the known sports scene was destroyed. It is 2025, rising from the new age, the age of not just fictitious come to life but wrought from the events of the Power Plague.

This is a memoir to superpowers.

"I'm going to be very honest with you Mr. Clark, you're-"


"I'll do whatever is requested of me, no bars, no complaints. Even- even if it means having to- to smear myself as a desperate-"


"Slow down, geez kid I know you're desperate, ya think plenty of boys and gals similar to you don't go up my door every once a while? what makes you think I'll actually accept you?"


"I'm... I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Anything."


Silence draws for 5 seconds, the sound of a clock's ticking can be heard alongside the thrum and hum of an air conditioner.


"Alright, I love a spunky kid with a desperate attitude hehe, fine- you will wear that."


A deep breath draws, the sound of something being slapped echoes into the recorder.


"That's it right there kiddo, I want a desperate young man who's willing to do whatever it takes."


"You start monday, oooh since you've been here for your second interview on today's thursday got plenty of room for the weekends to celebrate, mind if I join in for the family celebration for."


"Oh? already not workin' well with your boss, not a good look Clark."


"I'm... I'm not in good terms with my family over a slight issue, I- I have to look for an apartment to stay in first after... today's interview."


Silence once again veils the conversation


"Wow aren't you a real downer, I could've taken a hint."


"I'd... rather leave nothing to interpretation."


"I'm grateful for this humble opportunity you have given to me."


Samuel Clark - The Second Interview