Powers are supposed to activate during puberty, or at the onslaught of the big changes of young adult life: marriage, kids, maybe college. Not when you're in your fifties, when you're set in your ways, when making a lifestyle adjustment would be difficult, when you've had and lost the marriage and kids. Not when you've driven yourself to an isolated area in the PNW, not in response to throwing yourself off the tallest, loneliest cliff you could find, hoping for concrete absolution from the Pacific.
I can create these... zones, connecting two spaces. I can't seem to create more than two. Whatever goes in maintains momentum, and there seems to be a stabilizing factor; I can't get over to the edge. I can imagine what might happen if I could... I'm not that desperate.
Maybe it'd be a different story if I were starving, or dehydrated--and that would be an ending. But I'm not. I'm not tired, either. I think I gain energy from movement through the portals. I'm a perpetual motion machine; just hook me up to a water wheel. A Wilson wheel. Infinite energy and nowhere to go. I've been here for months. Am I still aging? Am I going to die of old age? Or sun cancer.
At least I don't get motion sick; never have. Latent power? Oh, God, the kids, they're the same way. What if they could do more with this, if they could unlock it younger and--I don't know, do hero work. Something more, something where they feel suited and valued? Or what if it gets in the way, if one of them gets hurt and starts falling forever?
If I can kick enough, get over whatever this stabilizing effect is--maybe the edge'll slow me down, provide some resistance, and I can bleed off momentum. No reason it would, bu
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