My name is Wendy Beaulieu, and this right here is my story. Life is tough for those who are genetically different from the rest of everyday humanity. It's especially tough for me these days. You see, I'm not exactly like everybody else. And although my background and appearance play a big part in it, they're not the main reason. At six foot three inches and weighing over two hundred and fifty pounds, I'm taller and bigger than most. Add to that the fact that I'm a dark-skinned, heavyset and big-bottomed young Black woman in a world that worships only the likes of skinny, blue-eyed, blonde-haired Caucasian females and you can understand why I have trouble fitting in.
These days, I try to avoid getting anyone's attention. It's not a question of modesty or even shyness. It's a matter of survival. You see, I am a superhuman. Living in a world where all others like myself are to be killed on sight. The United States Government has been hunting superhumans for decades. The police force of all major cities are participating in this nationwide effort. Things are even worse for superhumans in Europe. The public execution of captured superhumans has become a routine matter. For humanity doesn't see superhumans as people. They don't refer to us as he or she. They refer to us as it. We're not people, or even animals to them. We're things that need to be destroyed.
I don't tell anyone that I'm a superhuman. We can't trust anyone these days. The friends and family members of superhumans routinely turn them over to the police for cash rewards. To be a superhuman is to be an abomination in twenty-first century planet Earth. There isn't a single country in the world that hasn't mobilized its military and police personnel to hunt down those born with super powers. Even usually pacifistic Switzerland has joined the global war effort against superhumans. They intend to wipe us out. And unless humanity is stopped, that's exactly what is going to happen. Hundreds of thousands of supermen and superwomen have been executed by the governments of various countries around the world. Our executions are televised and have higher ratings than the Superbowl.
I try to lead as normal a life as possible. I am a Nursing student at Barack Obama University in Boston, Massachusetts. It's the youngest historically black college in the United States of America. I'm originally from Brockton and moved to Boston because I wanted to live on the campus named after my favorite human of all time. U.S. President Barack Obama treated both humans and superhumans fairly during his presidency. He was not a tyrant or a bigot. And the private school that is his namesake has long been a bastion of tolerance and optimism. A place where those who think differently are welcomed.
I moved into the campus in August of 2039. One of twenty six thousand students on campus, fifty two percent of whom were of African-American or Hispanic descent. Like my father, Wendell Beaulieu before me, I tried out for the Barack Obama University Men's Varsity Football team and made it. The school fields one of the most competitive Football teams in the NCAA Division One. People are often surprised by my choices. There are so many other varsity teams on campus.
They offer Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Fencing, Swimming, Football, Wrestling, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Track & Field, Volleyball, Gymnastics, Rodeo, Rugby, Lacrosse, Sailing, Nordic Skiing, Water Polo and Rifle along with Women's Intercollegiate Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Nordic Skiing, Swimming, Field Hockey, Wrestling, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Bowling, Track & Field, Gymnastics, Rugby, Lacrosse, Equestrian, Fencing, Volleyball, Synchronized Swimming, Water Polo and Rifle. I chose Football because I simply loved it. I played Football in high school and I wanted to play in college. End of story.
Once, a lot of people wished they could be special. Well, I live in a world that's turned against those who are special. In 2009, the first true Superhero revealed himself. Jeremiah Brown III. A six-foot-three, 240-pound black man who worked for the Massachusetts State Troopers. He saved the lives of Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick and United States President Barack Obama when both men were attacked by a group of gun-toting White Supremacists posing as FBI Agents at the Massachusetts State House. That day, Jeremiah was celebrated as a hero. The world finally had a real-life superman and he was African-American! The people simply called him the Black Knight. Jeremiah Brown III could do things most people could only dream of. He could run faster than a NASCAR vehicle. He also could lift twenty times his own weight. And he looked good enough to be a male model. Yeah, the man was perfect.
Over the next few years, more and more superheroes revealed themselves. There was Nancy Patterson, a tall, red-haired Irishwoman from the city of Atlanta who could fly at Supersonic Speeds. She saved hundreds of lives when an airplane leaving Atlanta for Boston nearly went down. There were many others. Superheroes like Peter Kilpatrick, a skinny Jewish guy from Los Angeles who could generate enough electricity to power up a world-class city. He saved Los Angeles from a terrorist attack. Yeah, the world fell in love with superheroes. They replaced professional athletes and movie stars as the object of public worship. For twenty years, the entire world fell into hero worship. Until Justine Baxter and her lover, Nicolas Smith, came along. Two superhumans who wanted to rule the world.
Justine Baxter, the six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed former U.S. Army Captain with the fantastic super powers and ruthlessly brilliant mind. This powerhouse of a woman was dangerous. Not only could she fly at super speed and assume virtually any form, she could also control the minds of both humans and superhumans. Flight. Shape-shifting. Telepathy. She had it all. In 2029, she and a group of extremely powerful superhumans blew up half of New York City and simultaneously seized power in countries like Canada, Mexico, Britain and France. In the months that followed, powerful superhumans also seized power in Japan, China and the Middle East. Tens of thousands of the world's most powerful superhumans faithfully served Justine Baxter and her agenda of world domination. Hundreds of thousands of genetically enhanced human beings joined the cause.
