[ Wp ] Nerds and artists take over the world after everyone is given superpowers based on imagination .

The following scene takes place in a darkened old folks home. The Nurse has just made sure everything is ready, and the young man sits next to the wheelchair of the old man. 
 
 `` She gone?'' 
 
 `` Yes. `` 
 
 `` And did you bring what I asked you to? `` 
 
 
 `` I followed you from afar. Watched you grow, but accutely aware of any contact with your Grandmother would get me treatment. So, even though it broke my heart, I stayed away. Had a few other problems as well, but yea. Made it easier to get a bit of leniency. Look at the poor nutcase, trying to at least get a few photos of your mother and your aunt. There were allways people sympathetic to me, who snuck some in. 
 
 The situation became more dire when the artists wanted to rule the world. because art can exist, but when it kills, new artists get born. They tried, but the specials fought them. It was not all understanding, it was more..... Radical. Anarchism against democracy. Even the non artists had a voice, and this was mostly directed at the artists, who refused to police their own. In the end, your grandmother kept her head down. 
 
 When your Grandmother killed herself, it was plain to see. I saw her room back then. she, who was the godess of arrangements, and of getting things in the right order, failed at raising your mother. At least she believed that. It was plain to see for anyone who had seen her artwork before. I guess Any artist meets his point where you cannmot go on like this. Not that this is anything against your mother. It is more.... Imagine your world being defined by one thing. One thing that directs everything you do. You cannotz stop doing this thing, but if you do it, and it fails....'' 
 
 A shared moment of silence. 
 
 An old, crumpled looking hand, with spots and thick veins, crumbling an old persons hat. 
 
 `` I allmost thought I loved her, you know? I know that most of it was because I was in love with her arrangement of herself, and her arrangement of her surroundings, but she... she was something special. 
 
 So, what did she write about me, young man?'' 
 
 A small sigh. 
 
 `` She calls you Coda. That you were special as well. `` 
 
 A prolonged silence. 
 
 `` I see. `` 
 
 A further silence. 
 
 `` And now you came to taste the forbidden fruit? To talk to a true artist? `` 
 
 `` I... do n't know. Why do you tell me? `` 
 
 `` I guess for missing all your baseball games and whatnots, I kind of owe you. `` 
 
 `` I never played baseball. `` 
 
 A small sigh. A sad shake of the head, as if shooing away a memory. 
 
 `` What do you know about nerds? `` 
 

