[ WP ] Everyone in the world is told to wish for a superpower in ten seconds . Anyone who wishes the same thing as another person will result in death for both .

Jonathan listened intently to the voice that spoke to him, as it simultaneously spoke to everyone on the planet. He had n't been too interested at first. Why would he? A superpower would be of no use to him; it would n't fix anything. Anyone who thought a superpower would improve their lives was a naïve moron, especially if they did n't get the required secondary powers to make them work. 
 
 But then he heard the caveat. If he'd been a dog, his ears would've perked up, even though the sound seemed to be playing directly in his mind, and not in the world. If he wished for the same power as someone else, they would both die. 
 
 **Ten…** 
 
 Jon groaned and looked at the puddle of vomit he was lying in. 
 
 **Nine…** 
 
 This could work. 
 
 **Eight…** 
 
 He would n't have to worry about the rope snapping, or not finding a vein, or, as with his most recent attempt, miscalculating the lethal dose. 
 
 **Seven…** 
 
 For once in his life, he could succeed at something. 
 
 **Six…** 
 
 And more than that, he could take some other bastard with him, as a final fuck-you to the world. 
 
 **Five…** 
 
 All he needed to do was come up with a power that someone else was _guaranteed_ to think of. 
 
 **Four…** 
 
 He knew all too well the arrogance of humanity, so it was n't a difficult choice. 
 
 **Three…** 
 
 He did n't bother leaving a note. What did he care? He'd be dead. 
 
 **Two…** 
 
 He knew exactly what would do the trick. It was so obvious that it _had_ to work. 
 
 **One…** 
 
 He spat the vomit out of his mouth and cleared his throat. 
 
 **Zero! ** 
 
 He took a deep breath. `` I wish to be immortal!'' he shouted defiantly into an empty house at no one in particular. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the sweet release of death. 
 
 There was no response for several seconds, other than a deafening silence, broken only by the steady ticking of the bathroom clock. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the clock. The voice had never said _when_ the death would occur. Seconds turned to minutes, and he began to worry. 
 
 It had been an obvious choice, something anyone was likely to come up with in ten seconds. But had it been _too_ obvious? Jonathan realized that almost any superpower that obvious was also likely to be _rejected_ in the first ten seconds as well. 
 
 That left only people with a death wish, like himself, wishing for the very obvious powers. And anyone with a death wish was likely to avoid wishing for immortality, just in case. Except for him, the world's largest dumbass. 
 
 Just to make sure, he staggered out of the bathroom and into his kitchen and grasped a dirty knife from the sink. His hands shaking, he cut a large cross in his stomach, and then dropped the knife onto the floor. 
 
 He stared in horror as the wound closed up on itself, and then collapsed to the floor and began to weep.
