[ WP ] You live in a world where every person receives a superpower on their 18th birthday . You eagerly count down the seconds then shriek in horror as you are given a power no one would ever want to be stuck with .

The examiner cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. `` Say that again, son.'' 
 
 `` Prostate cancer. June 23rd, 2032.'' 
 
 The examiner laid down his pen and clipboard. Tears began to well in his eyes and his hands begin a slight shake. `` Thank you. I... I think we're done here.'' 
 
 I'm escorted to the door of the small testing room where the same nurse who led me in is outside waiting for me. She is still breathing heavily. Trying to compose herself and not look me in the eyes. She does n't have to. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' I say. 
 
 `` Is there anything I can do? I have a daughter.'' 
 
 `` I do n't know if it works that way. I'm sorry.'' 
 
 She leads me to the discharge desk where I'm handed back a stack of paper work. The receptionist seems excited. She seems to genuinely enjoy her job and is giddy to look at my results. Her excited smile quickly fades to a frown. Her eyes lock with the nurses teary eyes, and then to mine. Her head trembles from side to side, as if begging me to stay silent. Stabbing. Pretty soon, as far as I can foresee. I learn quickly to keep my mouth shut and spare her. 
 
 As the nurse exits back into the hallway, I can hear her speaking to one of the orderlies I saw in the earlier. `` Hey, Frank. Do you think you can drive me home today?'' 
 
 It does n't work that way, I think to myself. Frank too. Today. 
 
 As the cab pulls up to the front of the facility, a sigh of relief escapes my lips. The cabbie. He has a while. It is n't so bad. 
 
 `` Where to?'' He asks. 
 
 Now it's my turn to start shaking. 
 
 `` Home,'' I say. `` I'd like to see my mom and dad.''
