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Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid named Bence shouts, “I wanna be a superhero!” And I’m like, “Dude, same!” So, we start this whole thing about what superpowers we’d want. I’m thinking, “Teleportation would be dope.” But Bence? He wants to fly. Classic kid move.

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