[ WP ] You used to be an ordinary alien scientist , but one day you were bitten by a radioactive human . You now fight crime with your human powers .

`` Ow,'' Berbel thought as he opened his apartment door. The human bite was still sore from earlier that day. *Great*, he thought, *it's probably getting infected*. As he walked to his bathroom to find some antiseptic, he saw an unfamiliar shadow in his bedroom. He shifted sideways, and locked eyes with a stranger carrying his brand-new large-portal holoscreen. *Monsterdammit*, he thought to himself, *This is what I get for renting a first-floor*. The thief wasted no time in darting out the window he first climbed in. Berbel followed and gave chase. Unfortunately, the burglar hopped onto an automatic conveyance that was used by any Boriv that wanted to travel more than two-hundred feet without getting tired. Berbel looked around for another, but came up empty. He knew chasing after the criminal was hopeless, but he tried anyway. The Boriv carrying the huge holoscreen laughed as its owner pursued him, but that laughter lessened as he realized his chaser was n't giving up - he did n't even look *winded*. Berbel was surprised at his own stamina - running three-hundred feet was a prize-winning accomplishment, but he must have run four hundred, and he did n't even feel *tired*. 
 
 What was going on? 
 
 Suddenly, he remembered a fact he overheard back at the lab: 
 
 Humans used to literally *run down* their prey - lacking the top speed of a cheetah, or the sprinting ability of a gazelle, they would *march* after their prey relentlessly until their target, optimized for quick bursts of speed, was methodically exhausted of energy and became to weak to walk. 
 
 Berbel realized what had happened - somehow, that bite gave him super-boriv stamina, and the ability to out-chase any criminal in town, conveyance or no. 
 
 Berbel actually picked up his speed, making even the conveyances seem slow. The thief, panicking, finally dropped the holoscreen on the ground, and urged the now-lightened conveyance to go faster than its normally walking-like velocity. Berbel slowed to pick up his property, slightly scuffed from its landing. Ordinarily, he would be pissed, but the Boriv was too busy thinking of his future. He knew he had to use his new-found power for justice. He knew he had to be become - HumanBoriv. 
 
 

