Prologue
THREESOME

Day One
The City
"You know what, Simon. Honestly I can't stand the sight of
you... I mean there was my father, there was Ned Grossberg... but
you... are the worst... you are the one who had a choice... to finally
do the right thing... everything my father hated me for, and
everything Ned Grossberg used me for... it was YOU, and YOUR
kind... that made it all possible... they never would have gotten
away with it, if not for scum like you!"
"Oh, well bravo!" Simon sneered, clapping as he did so. "Well,
now you just proved it all and in only a few minutes, by coming in
here, by hacking my computers and taking my money, hacking
networks all over the city! For the second time, I might add!"
Dirk and a few others started clapping again.
Simon Peller smiled in triumph.
"Enlighten me again! Why shouldn't we be afraid of you?"

His answer came in the form of an electrical current that surged
throughout his office, blowing out the microwave, the coffee pot,
the vidi-phones and the tv screen too. Simon and the others rushed
to the center of the room, and there was no electronic device left,
that was not a smoking ruin.

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"My eyes... my eyes... MY EYES I CAN'T SEE, I'M BLIND!"

Gabrielle Roberts, loyal secretary to Simon Peller, jumped up from her chair as soon as she heard the explosion, then she ducked and dodged as everyone fled. She carefully made her way to his side, as he lay on the floor, twisting and turning slowly.
"Mr. Peller!"
Gabrielle, that thing blinded me! That little mutant bitch took my eyesight!"
She began to cry as she tried to get him into a sitting position. "What do I do?!"
"Call a goddamn ambulance! The metro-police chief! Quickly, Gabrielle!"
"Right... you're doing the right thing, Mr. Peller. They hate you cause you are right, and-"
"NOW GABRIELLE!"
Sobbing, she ran from the building and flagged down a metro-cop.
Simon Peller was right.
All mutants were terrorists!

Day Two
The City
"Harriet Garth! Thank you for coming by!"

She entered the office of Donald Cochran, with a bright smile, handed him her coat, then sat down in a chair.
"Valerie! Coffee, please. Two cups!" Donald spoke into his intercom.
"Please, I can't! I find my nerves a little on edge."
"So you got into the hospital. How is that rat, Simon Peller?"
"Still a rat!"
"Yes. So tragic he lost his eyesight," Donald replied with a smile.
"He got it back! A representative of Zik Zak was there, and paid for the operation. He's going under, tonight. There was also some mention of "extra equipment" in dealing with the mutant-menace. Maybe it bears looking into," she said tiredly. "But I think my main concern is valid; how can this work for me? My last run against Simon Peller was... less than optimal. It just gets harder now!"
"Well, that's why we are here now," he smiled assuredly. "Because the future is bright, Harriet. The brightest light you have ever seen!"
Harriet Garth perked up a little. Then she smiled, finally.
"I hope so! This is extreme. Like nothing we have seen before. It's a new day and a new age. It's a battle for equality in the truest sense of the word!"

Day 30
Norway.
"I'm fucking cold!" Christina yelled out, as she trailed behind Kyle, trudging down the snowy sidewalk. She pulled her parka in tighter. Does it ever NOT snow in Norway?"
"I can no longer detect the presence of my ass!" Kyle agreed "it's still there, right?"
"We really must protect that ass!" Christina replied.
They approached the front door and looked at the sign.
"Helse Bergen Institute for the Insane," Christina read aloud.
There was several moments of silence, and then Kyle finally spoke.
"This was the only place far enough away, that would take him."
He frowned, and turned an ugly shade of green.
"I feel them all. Every damn one."
She put her arm around his waist, shifted the bag with her other arm. Slowly and carefully, they entered the building.
The first scream from one of the patients made Christina jump.
"I'm ok. I got my second wind!" Kyle said.
"We... doing a good thing!" Christina said, as they approached the nurses station and checked in.
"Right!" Kyle told her. "I've always wondered how things might have been if my brother wasn't insane. Guess I'll find out, huh princess?"

Christina began sobbing at the sight of Kyle's fraternal twin brother, in a straight jacked and rolling around on the floor, and moaning loudly.
"This is actually one of his better days," Kyle sighed. "Ok, what will you do? Christina!"
"Pa... patches! A... re-routing of the neurons and... Max gave me... the idea... something that happened to Ed... "
She wiped a hand across her face, dragging away heavy tears and snot.

""Hey there, brother. I'm glad to see you too!"
Tommy stopped moaning, grinned a tiny bit, then went back to moaning.
"Myelin sheaths!" Christina shouted.
Tommy began to howl.
"Ah, crap! I wanted to join you in VR. I think it's best I stay here, and hold him down. Hey, come on bro! No fighting! My princess here is gonna perform a miracle on you!"

"Dummy!" Christina scolded her lover. She sat down by the two of them, and pulled two VR headsets from her bag.

"It's not a miracle. It's science!"