[ WP ] In a world where everyone has super-abilities , one boy is born without powers . Show me how he can be a hero .

The school bell rang. ( *Right, * ) said Mr Telepathy, ( *that's all for today. For tomorrow, we will be covering the remaining half of advanced calculus, and also revising the history of the 3rd Hero War, which I shared with you all last week... * ) 
 
 But not all the students were paying attention. Indeed, some had already left the classroom. Before Mr Telepathy had finished his first sentence little Richard `` Masterman'' Masterman had already taken off, circling the town from the air at near six times the speed of sound. With his all-hearing ear, all-seeing eyes and suave manner he thwarted all thieves and blocked all burglars. As long as he was on patrol ( and he nearly always was, seeing as how he never tired ) the inhabitants of Largeville could sleep soundly with open doors and light hearts. It was a time of peace. 
 
 Faster even than the Masterman though was the great inventor and whiz-kid Francis `` Hoimerdeenger'' Kettle. Before anyone noticed he had depressed a button on his utility belt and beamed himself up into the great air-craft that hovered above the Earth. His mind, faster than the fastest computers and wiser than the wisest sages, made the incomprehensible calculations that kept the great economies of the world going- here, in Asia, a raging earthquake harnessed to provide geo-energies to supply Shanghai for a month; there, in Africa, a thousand perfectly optimised factories built to feed families and save lives. Undoubtedly, it was a time of plenty. 
 
 Fastest of all though was Alexandra `` Miss Universe'' Tang. Before the striker had touched the bell she had already teleported to her usual place amongst the vast bodies in the furthest reaches of the Galaxy. With a wave of one hand she terraformed the planets of a system; with a flick of the other she brought ships and colonies from old overpopulated Earth to 
 the younger, greener New Earths of Gliese 581 and Kepler-62. Truly, and absolutely, it was a time of advancement for the human race. 
 
 Little Timmy Tykes, aged 7 and three quarters, packed away his books and got up from his desk. Politely saying his goodbyes to Mr Telepathy he made his way outside. Suddenly, he heard a plaintive meowing coming from his left! Concerned, he left the path and descended the hill on which the school stood, stumbling a little as he went. Grassy stains on his knees and hands he finally came to a cluster of overgrown thorn-bushes. `` Oh!'' said little Timmy, drawing closer to the shrubbery and the little dark shape from which the sounds were emanating. `` Kitty, kitty! How did you get stuck in this thorn-bush?'' Carefully he extricated the kitten, getting pricked several times as he did so. `` Oh, dear. You're so cold and wet. Let's get you home and see if Mom can get you all better.'' 
 
 He got up and began to make his way up the hill again with the kitten cusped in his hands. Then he looked down at the shivering feline, and having a better idea, took off his jacket and wrapped her in it. The mewing stopped and became a little more like purring. Satisfied, Timmy held the bundle to his chest and got up again. It was going to be a long walk home, but it was a good day nevertheless. 
 

