Subject: [OTL]: (Neogeny Arc, Aaron Wisdom) Present Dense (PG) Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 20:56:17 -0800 From: Phil Hartman will1@earthling.net Neogeny Arc: Present Dense by Phil Hartman DISCLAIMER: Aaron and his friends are mine. Everyone else is Marvel's. No money is being made off of this. NOTE: To Luba, and the Pete Wisdom Rehabilitation Brigade - may this be the beginning of many MORE future-Wisdom-clan tales ... ;) -------------------------------------------------------- 9/5/2017: 08:09 hrs EDT: Xavier School for Mutagenetic Studies, Salem Center, New York: -------------------------------------------------------- Oy - Stereotyped, Wisdom. But I AM Jewish ... And still way too young to be a man, even if I AM already 5-foot-3, and most of the other guys have yet to break 5-foot, and I can go diamond-hard or walk through walls - I feel ... outta place. (One phasing joke, and POW !) I don't talk like the others. I don't THINK like the others - maybe growing up in the country did that, Mom always hated the city, she and Dad looked for a nice little burb with a synagogue and computer industries, and I didn't grow up around a lot of other mutants. (Yeah, RIGHT. When your first "stuffed" animal is a living purple dragon, life is normal.) But ... I feel like my skin's too tight, and my arms and legs are all too long, and I weigh only 93 pounds, and the girls make me feel REALLY weird, and ... ... this costume. It's like, skintight, and the others are so relaxed in theirs, and I feel like I'm hanging out here - not in a kewl way, either, YOU know how I mean ... I'm so exposed, both with this skinsuit, and there are tepes here - I don't have a problem with tepes, but everyone hears the stories 'bout the freaky ones who get in your head, and - - I don't belong. Is that it ? Am I punking out ? No. Mom and Dad'd let me, but I can't. Because they taught me something: A real man doesn't run from change. It happens. A Wisdom doesn't run. They'd understand, but I'd let them down, and I can't, not when Dad's always letting me talk to him about ANYTHING, and not being a Dad about it, but listening. And not when Mom pays attention to ME - ME ! - instead of the computer, for hours, and just lets me be around her, and isn't too mushy, even if a little is OK (she's a mom, she's entitled). Maybe this'll be OK. (Besides, if I run home, I might hafta Grandpa-sit, and that's even worse than this skinsuit ...) -------------------------------------------------------- end --------------------------------------------------------