“A new Olympics event has been introduced. Although it has met with resistance due to the danger and unusual abilities competitors are required to be have, it’s a huge crowd pleaser.”
She dropped her tablet onto the table with a huff. He looked at her over his coffee cup and raised an eyebrow.
“I… thought you’d be happy about that,” he said carefully.
“Happy? They give us one measly event, and we’re supposed to be happy about it?”
He shrugged. “At least some of us get to go to the Olympics. You are entering, aren’t you? It’s better than being excluded entirely, after all.”
She glowered at him. “I still don’t see why we should be excluded from the other events.”
He laughed. “Really? You don’t think the fact of our superiority would make it all a wee bit dull? Pass me the milk, would you?”
She put the jug down in front of him with such force that it leaped out and splashed his face.
“It’s people like you going on about us being ‘superior’ that got us excluded from the main events,” she snapped. “It’s ridiculous.”
He shrugged again. “Well, it’s true though. We are the next step in human evolution.”
She stood up and crossed the room to look out the window. “Oh, yeah, right, whatever,” she said, dismissively. “You say that, and they take it as a reason to exclude us from all the standard events, across the board. Then they have the nerve to offer us this one free-for-all fight, as if we’re all equally combat capable! How does that make sense?
“Alison,” he began. She ignored him.
“I mean, look at Sonia for an example. How exactly does x-ray vision give her an advantage in the hundred metres sprint? It’s just discrimination!”
“Calm down, Alison,” he said, a concerned tone in his voice. She carried on talking, getting ever more heated.
“And little Jessie, hers is a disadvantage, invisible gymnasts are not-”
He threw the milk over her head. It sizzled and evaporated, and she stared at him angrily for a moment before getting herself under control. Gradually the fire emanating from her body died down.
“I’m sorry,” she said, clenching her fist over the last flame. “It just makes me so angry.”
He sat down with a sigh.
“You’ve melted the sink again,” he said. “How many Olympic athletes can do that?”
© Kari Fay