[ WP ] In a world filled with superheroes , you 're the only one who does n't have any powers .

I only take 3 bookings a day now. When I first started, I was trying to do groups, and even 10 to 15 individuals in a day, which is crazy when I look back on it now. There ’ s just not enough time that way, and a lot of people left pretty unsatisfied. 
 
 So now I ’ ve reduced my bookings, sometimes even scheduling a single person for a whole day, if they are willing to pay for it. I ’ m not likely to ever be a millionaire with this business, but I ’ m doing well. And frankly, there ’ s no shortage of customers, seeing as I ’ m the only one who can provide this particular service. 
 
 They come to feel different. They come to feel special. Most of them are just curious, maybe even a bit condescending, but I never hesitate to remind them that they are just like everyone else in the world, while I ’ m the only truly unique human in existence. That pretty well always puts them in their place. 
 
 Others come because they absolutely want the experience of what it is like to be me. To be the one who is different, whose body and abilities are unique among all of the billions in the world. 
 
 When I started, I tried to simulate my minimal strength and capabilities by placing them in heavy harnesses, and all manner of homemade contraptions. But I had grossly underestimated the difference between the vast power in a normal human body, and my own limited aptitudes. Gradually I moved away from the physical, and taught myself to guide my client through a meditation process to help them understand my weakness. Lots of them struggle to limit their own natural gifts, but eventually most people can get the hang of it. I answer any questions people have about the limitations of my physical form. We spend a few hours together, and I help them to live those few hours as someone they could never actually be. Just a simple, bare-bones human being. No special ability, just plain. Every one of them is very grateful when they leave, endlessly thanking me for showing them the beauty of such a special life. 
 
 Of course, they like to show off their ability to fly, or punch through stone, or blast lasers from their eyes. I always used to wish I could do such things, and I spent my childhood in perpetual jealousy of my friends and all of the fun things they could do. But while they enjoyed their garden of physical wonders, I turned inwards to my own secret world. I turned to reading, studying, and growing my own inner abilities, instead of simply making-do with what fate had granted me. 
 
 Now I stand apart from the rest of the world; the only human to truly reach a greater potential on the merits of my own effort. The Toughs work in labour, making easy work of the hardest tasks. The Fliers are couriers and whatnot. The Blasters are soldiers. The list is endless in its mundane normality. I ’ m the first and only one to break the mold, and become something completely unique in all of human history: 
 
 I ’ m plain, and that makes me special. And they flock to me in droves to experience such a unique life, if only for a few hours. 

