[ WP ] You wake up in a universe where everyone is ALWAYS super strong except you . You 're saught after as a hero for delicate missions where precision and minimal structural damage is ideal .

`` Wait,'' said Thranklin, neck veins wriggling as he pried the entryway open and ushered me through. `` How do people from your world even leave the house?'' 
 
 `` We open the door,'' I said, `` and walk out.'' 
 
 `` But you ca n't open a door.'' 
 
 `` Back home, our doors are a lot lighter.'' 
 
 Thranklin scoffed, a harsh sound, like angry pterodactyls mating. `` What's the point of a flimsy door?'' 
 
 `` Thranklin,'' I said, `` with all due respect, questions like these are why your occupation is to follow me around moving heavy shit instead of pursuing a career of your own.'' 
 
 Thranklin did n't like that very much, but then, I did n't like Thranklin very much. He was much more talkative than my previous assistant, Doug, who'd had the misfortune to walk in front of a powerbus a few weeks back. 
 
 The lobby of the apartment tower was empty. A single mercury fountain gurgled contentedly away. I stifled a yawn. I would be charging thrice my typical rate for undertaking this task at such an ungodly hour. The bellhop stiffened when he saw me and rushed out from behind his desk. 
 
 `` Thank goodness you've arrived, sir,'' he said, extending a hand to try and shake mine. I leapt back, of course, not wanting my metacarpals crushed. 
 
 `` Please,'' I said, as he unleashed a torrent of apologies. `` Which way to the elevators?'' 
 
 Hypervasculon society was rigidly hierarchical, with the highest castes living atop golden skyscrapers laced with platinum and rubies. Wealthy Hypervasculons treasured delicate, fragile objects above all else, and used robots or special pneumatic gloves to handle them, but sometimes things broke in a way that robots struggled to fix, or the robots themselves broke, and in those cases it fell to someone like me, a professional weakling, to mend the machinery. We were rare, and thus prized; powerful, and yet unable to depress an elevator button without -- 
 
 `` Hnnghhhh,'' I said, throwing my whole weight against it. 
 
 `` Let me get that, boss,'' said Thranklin. I did n't like his grin. 
 
 `` You've got plant matter in your teeth again,'' I said. 
 
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