"My degree of sarcasm is based solely on your amount of stupid."
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Nobody
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Gadget
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Superhuman Intelligence and Invention
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Dec 12, 2017 21:04:26 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 12, 2017 21:04:26 GMT
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"Well then you couldn't possibly understand what it's like. Your whole world just…" They held up their hands, one palm up, the other down, facing towards each other, then they switched them. "Flips. Like that, over night."
They sat back into the chair, slouching a little, "I doubt someone like you could understand something like that anyway, so why do you even try?"
They shrugged at the doctor's question. "It's just like… a part of me now, like I don't know where I end and where the power begins."
Jack blinked in surprise; they hadn't expected to be that candid with this doctor. They knew the value of therapy; there were too many studies in support of it to dismiss it out of hand, but they hadn't expected to ever see any benefits themselves. Jack knew they were a metahuman, there was nothing to explain their brilliance, but they had spent so long being told that they were nothing special that the thought of actually having an ability had long since faded. Anxious to brush over that slip up, the moved swiftly on with a question of their own.
"Why don't they employ metas here? There must be a few doctors who developed abilities, surely it'd be easier for them to empathise and understand if they've been through the same experiences? People like you well… no offense, but it's just like the next run of comics for nerds. It's not like you could really understand."
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"My degree of sarcasm is based solely on your amount of stupid."
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Superhuman Intelligence and Invention
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Dec 11, 2017 21:59:12 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 11, 2017 21:59:12 GMT
Nobody Don't you know who I think I am? |
Jack didn't show a reaction at the mention of Laboratory 1, though of course there had been an internal one of some strength. Laboratory 1 might have ceased to exist long before Jack's birth, but their ability to process and retain information had been such that even at a young age they had consumed veritable libraries of information. They were particularly well informed on the technological developments of the mid-to-late twentieth century, as so much of modern technology stemmed from developments in those eras.
This metahuman, for Jack was now convinced she was such, originated from Laboratory 1? That couldn't be the case. Jack was fairly sure that the Doctor was the only person to have ever succeeded in artificially stimulating the metahuman gene. Surely the Soviets hadn't managed to do so nearly seventy years earlier?
No, if they'd managed that then the Cold War would have ended very differently, of that Jack was certain. A rare outlier of the Families that had not been tracked down? Unlikely also. All of the major powers had been working to create super-soldiers throughout World War II and the Cold War; the Families would have paid very close attention to those programs. Still, she claimed to have come from there, and Jack could see no reason as to why they might lie. It was far-fetched enough as it was.
"The Cold War. Yes, we won."
The next line almost made Jack laugh out loud. They leaned forward, as though inviting the woman to be a confidant.
"I doubt you'll need political asylum, the Soviet Union is long gone, collapsed before I was born. And with that blood covering you, they'll likely be asking you questions that you can't answer. Even with that device."
Jack stood and crossed to the fridge, pulling it open to examine the contents. They rolled their eyes, whoever had stocked it this time and included beer, which would probably now go straight in the trash. Jack didn't drink. No matter how easy it might have been to make an ID with the appropriate date of birth. Jack simply wasn't interested in such mind affecting concoctions. They grabbed three bottles of coca-cola, kicking the door closed as they turned back. The teen threw a bottle in the direction of the bodyguard, who was now stood by the door. Then they held one out to the tiny woman stood at the other end of the kitchen.
"Soda?"
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Dec 10, 2017 19:11:33 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 10, 2017 19:11:33 GMT
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The woman shuddered as she inspected the device, as if she had bad memories of such things, although her complete lack of recognition or understanding suggested that it was something about the situation, not the phone itself. Curious. Judging by her reaction she had never seen such a thing before. She was perhaps in her mid-twenties, but her complexion and facial structure made it clear that she was western, or at a stretch eastern-European. What were the odds of her never having seen a mobile phone? Slim to say the least.
Jack examined the returned phone, reading the short sentence. They tossed it back again.
"It's a phone, a micro-computer."
Either this woman was an extremely proficient actor and con-woman, or she had genuinely never seen a modern smartphone before. Time travel was, as far as Jack knew, nigh impossible. They knew of one metahuman with an ability that could be called that, and they were pretty sure that it only appeared to be time travel. Even if it was real, it was ten seconds, no great difference in time. This woman had never seen a smartphone, that was a difference of over a decade.
The metal bands about her wrists were interesting as well. Cuffs, clearly the remains of some other system of restraint. Jack's mind went down the road of classic tabloid journalism, a woman imprisoned in a basement since birth? Then how had she broken the restraints? She was also anything but intimidated.
She must be metahuman. Clearly something that could be used violently, judging by the visible flecks of blood.
"Where are you from? Roughly. Judging by this meeting I'm going to say you won't want to tell me. Speaking of which, do you know where you are?"
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Dec 10, 2017 14:47:22 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 10, 2017 14:47:22 GMT
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Ah.
Jack would not have called them self an actor, or even a particularly proficient liar. This had just been made abundantly clear by the doctor's needlessly dramatic pause in the middle of a sentence. Fortunately they were able enough to not immediately give them game away once they thought they had been caught out.
"About as well as you'd think I guess. She's a doctor. It's not like I see her every day. Stupid name though. Clearly her parents wanted to make her suffer for something."
They returned the phone to their pocket, doing their best to maintain a look of bored indifference. The question was fair, but odd. Clearly he had picked up on the deliberate vagaries of the patient history. Jack had wondered if anyone would spot it, the fact that it had got this far at all didn't say wonders for the people that were supposed to be screening the referrals to the MNRU. Evidently the distraction, while it had served its purpose, had also piqued the man's suspicions.
"Doesn't sound like it. Other than asking if it's fun you haven't asked anything about my habit of setting things on fire. Not fun, by the way. Do you have powers?"
Hopefully that would give him a bit of a start. It was unlikely that they had jumped to the conclusion that Jack was attempting to steal files, and more likely that they thought they were a secret patient, with a list of questions and a tickbox form to fill out later. The thought was faintly amusing, and certainly offered the possibility of further amusement.
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Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 9, 2017 19:05:25 GMT
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The image that greeted Jack and their employee was one that would have tugged at the heart strings of any average human being. She, for it appeared to be a female, though Jack knew better than to assume such things, held out the bread she was holding. The scar on the neck had been interesting, right about the point that the recurrent laryngeal nerve would run. A mute then.
She was evidently attempting to elicit sympathy; unfortunately Jack was not the sympathetic type. The woman was short, less than five feet tall, and the way she had immediately presented herself suggested that she was used to being underestimated. Even more unfortunately, there was still blood visible from whatever activity she had been engaged in before coming here. The trousers were clearly not hers, and the dried blood on the suggested that whoever had been wearing them was now in no state to argue with their new owner. Clearly the blood was not hers, but there were few methods to kill humans that produced quite such a spray.
Jack waved a hand dismissively, "Keep it. I'm sure you've worked out already that a loaf of bread is no great expense for me."
They gestured to the bodyguard, who promptly stepped back into the hall, able to see, but significantly less threatening. In theory. Jack had grown up knowing that even the most harmless looking people could possess powers capable of rewriting the laws of physics. These days that was even more true. Since the Event the population of metahumans had exploded. They might still be a minority, but one should always be prepared for someone to do something unexpected.
"Please don't patronise me, kid yes, idiot no."
Jack pulled a chair down and sat, reaching into their pocket as they did so. They produced a phone, which they tapped on a few times, before holding it out, then tossing it to the strange newcomer to their home.
"Use this."
They'd opened a note taking program, leaving the keyboard open on the screen. The woman could either show them the screen, or confirm that they wanted it turned to speech when prompted.
"I'm sure you're much more dangerous than you look, and more dangerous that you want me to think, so maybe we should start with an explanation of whose blood that is."
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Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 8, 2017 18:46:05 GMT
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Jack didn't spend much time in this house, they preferred to be in the heart of things, and out on the seafront was something that really didn't fit into their preferences. In fact, since they'd purchased it through a shell corporation two months ago, they hadn't visited it. It was one of a few properties they owned on this coast, though the only one that really, served no purpose. They had purchased it on a childlike whim. At least it had appreciated in value.
Jack had not been unduly concerned when the notification had arrived that there was an intrusion on the property. There was nothing there of any real value, they were not the type of genius to leave things lying about. At least not in a house that was virtually unprotected. After all, their workshop was hardly an example of organisation and cleanliness.
The images however, had piqued Jack's interest, so here they were, climbing out of an Uber with a large man climbing out of the other side. Said man was a bodyguard for hire. Jack had used him before, and he had proved to be professional, and discreet. The fact that he appeared to be a gorilla stuffed into a suit helped in those occasionally more violent situations that Jack found themselves in. They would never call themselves arrogant, but they wouldn't deny it either, so they did their best not to underestimate their enemies. Jack might be the smartest person on the planet, but they were certainly not the strongest, and the strange girl that was raiding the larder was covered in blood.
They gestured to the bodyguard that they had brought with them, indicating that they should stay behind them, and out of sight, then they climbed the steps, entering the front door of the house. They called out as they entered, so as not to alarm the intruder, then rounded the corner into the kitchen.
"I do hope you have made yourself at home?"
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Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 7, 2017 20:01:54 GMT
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Jack had not moved in the Doctor's absence, or at least they didn't appear to have done so. In fact the room had been a brief hive of activity. The first thing they had done was to jump up and slide behind the desk, tapping away rapidly on the keyboard. They reached beneath the desk, plugging in a tiny USB drive. It really was a marvel of engineering, and probably would have made Jack a few million from blueprints alone. It included a pass through and would only reduce the depth of the port by a few millimetres. Virtually undetectable.
The downside was that it couldn't start up and access the system all by itself, and it had been a tense two minutes while Jack started it up and connected it directly to the computers access point. Satisfied that the device was now running silently in the background they stood, crossing to the side of the room and removing a small black device about the same size as a pack of cards. They peeled back the side, revealing an adhesive pad, then, reaching behind the cupboard they secured it in place.
They were back in their seat a full minute before Doctor Nathan Havelock poked his head back into the room. Jack didn't even look up from the screen of their phone. They might have been playing a part. But it wasn't exactly extra effort to appear disinterested in the doctor. Jack was rarely interested in people anyway.
"It's a common misconception that paying people more will cost more money. Most economic theorists believe that the opposite is in fact true."
They didn't even look up, but swore at themselves inwardly. Seventeen year olds were rarely interested in economic theorists. That said, people of that age were becoming more politically active thanks to the internet and the sorry state their parents had left the economy in. Maybe they could play it off as a healthy interest in politics, not that many teenage delinquents were particularly well informed on that front.
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Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 3, 2017 19:47:41 GMT
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Jack dearly hoped that this doctor was aware they were not cool and down with the kids, because if they were not then this situation would be even more embarrassing than it already was. After all, they hadn't noticed the blatantly fake name of the doctor. It should have been a stupid risk, but apparently they had fallen for 'Sue Denim'. They despaired at the apparent incompetence of the staff that were manning the premier metahuman research unit on the West Coast. If they managed to truly help anyone Jack would be amazed, but then there was no one truly as complicated as Jack, simple tasks for simple minds perhaps.
They sighed at the doctor's comment. "No, I really do not think you are that guy…"
If only he had been Sherlock Holmes. Perhaps the eccentric detective might have been able to offer some diversion for a few hours, although after that no doubt it would be time to move on to something more challenging.
Jack leaned back as the doctor leaned forwards, not entirely eager to have someone else enter their personal space. They examined them from close up, the vaguely unshaven face that spoke of an intentionally maintained stubble, the too long hair. They wondered idly for a moment if Nathan's relationship with his parents was really as poor as his job suggested, then decided that it probably was. No man would grow his hair like that unless he was trying to royally piss someone off.
They paused for a moment, waiting for the doctor to lean back before responding. "Let's go with fun… That seems an adequate understatement of the situation."
Jack wasn't just here to 'shoot the shit'. They were here to access the computer sat on Nathan's desk. It was unlikely that the young doctor had access to the files Jack was interested in, but no doubt they could be accessed from that computer. They hoped anyway. Whoever had set up the MNRU's security had been uncharacteristically intelligent when they decided to operate the system on a closed loop, inaccessible without being present in the building. Plus it was a little more fun to take this risk, however minor.
They were interrupted by some commotion outside the door, shouting and complaints. There was the sound of rapid footsteps, and then a knock.
The head that was poked around the door was young, stressed, and female.
"Ummm… Dr Havelock, could I speak to you for a moment please?"
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Post by Jack Fontaine on Dec 3, 2017 13:35:07 GMT
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Jack had not been waiting for long. Creating a false referral had been pathetically easy, and they'd sent it through at the top of the list. That might have raised some eyebrows, but it had been easy enough to simply reference an ability that would demand a quick response. Pyrokinesis had been an easy enough choice. Who didn't want to get a delinquent teenager under control before they caused property to spontaneously combust?
The waiting room was busy, packed with a variety of people with an even greater variety of powers. Jack had already deduced the powers of most of the people in the room, most of them were easy enough as people struggled to control sudden fits of telekinesis or listened to music at way above the recommended volume in an attempt to drown out the voices in their head. Jack had little sympathy, they had grown up in a family of metahumans and received none of it themselves. Their power hadn't been as obvious as these, they'd seemed merely smart. Now it was clear that they were way beyond that.
They hadn't made any great effort to be assigned to a particular doctor, beyond making sure they were with someone who was at least a little less experienced. Nathan Aloysius Havelock had been the perfect choice. From old money, he'd only just started seeing actual patients recently. In truth Jack hadn't even made all that much effort in the report, it had been vague, with just enough references to uncontrollable flames that they wouldn't be surprised if Nathan had moved a fire extinguisher within reach.
They sat down in the chair, slouching immediately.
"Soooo… gonna pick my brains? Do some Sherlock shit?"
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Jul 25, 2017 13:39:08 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Jul 25, 2017 13:39:08 GMT
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"My degree of sarcasm is based[break]
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[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // Seventeen
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Non-binary
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // Civilian
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[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]
HAIR // Brown[break]
EYES // Blue[break]
SKIN // Caucasian[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break]
Jack can frequently be found wearing typical teenage clothes. They enjoy underdressing for the reactions that it provokes, were they invited to a black tie event, they would show up in dungarees. T-shirts have clearly been found in thrift stores, and any jeans that weren't ripped, are now. Jack is rarely dressed in the attire of any specific gender, and frequently mixes and matches between the two.[break][break]
GENERAL[break][break]
At 5'7 Jack seems too skinny, like a horse that hasn't quite grown into it's height yet. They appear perpetually unimpressed, in a way that is often interpreted as patronising, for good reason. Their features are decidedly androgynous, never quite settling into the realm of male nor female. Jack makes efforts to maintain this look, with no wish to be confined to the limitations of either gender.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Jack is, in a word, brilliant. Already a genius, the biggest problem is that Jack knows it. At seventeen, Jack is already the most intelligent person on the planet. They are capable of the kind of advanced calculations that would put most Maths Professors to shame, and write frequently for a number of scientific journals under a range of pseudonyms. They have little patience for those they consider unintelligent, which is unfortunate, as Jack views most people they meet as dull, if not simply stupid.
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Mostly a solitary soul, Jack requires little in the way of company. They don't mesh well with most people, and often take refuge in arrogance and intellect when meeting new people. They know the theories, but are less successful at applying them to actually making friends. It has resulted in a person more comfortable with the great thinkers of the past than the actual people of the present. This is particularly clear when it comes to those Jack's own age, who are, as far as they are concerned, hopelessly unambitious. Most adults are alternately patronising to Jack, or intimidated by their intellect, and Jack rarely reacts well to either.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Metahuman abilities are difficult to understand, even the Families do not truly understand everything about metahumans. There has been some attempt amongst the Families to classify abilities, without much success, thanks to the very nature of abilities. Many are easily recognised, many are not.
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Jack's ability is a rare one, and an unseen one. Not for them the flashy abilities of telekinesis or super strength. No. Jack's ability is an enhancement of what normally equalises humans and metahumans. The mind. Genius is not confined to metahumans, and as such abilities like Jack's, particularly when nascent and developing are regarded as simple natural intelligence.
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In many families this would not have mattered, Jack would have been raised as an equally loved and valued child. The Fontaine family was not such a family. Emmanuel Fontaine was, and still is, an ambitious man. A child without powers was an embarrassment to him, and to his family. As a result Jack's childhood was lonely and empty. Mocked by their elder brother and sister, Jack hated the life they had.
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They were not content to continue suffering, to being a second class citizen because of their family's prejudices. With the Event they seized their chance and left, isolating themselves from the rest of the Fontaine family and setting up shop in San Francisco, as far from their father as they could reasonably get.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]
ABILITY[break][break]
Jack's ability is almost entirely mental in nature, which makes it difficult to pin down in terms of it's effect. Jack is, in no uncertain terms, a genius, although how much is as a result of their ability and how much is due to simple brilliance is impossible to ascertain. Needless to say, Jack is likely one of the greatest minds in a generation, and possibly the last few centuries. Not only can Jack breeze through even complex thought problems and advanced calculations, but they can apply that intelligence to advancing humankind. In theory.
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Jack's ability to create technology is potent, and directly a result of the secondary aspect of their power, obsession. Jack's ability gives them a single minded focus on each new interest. This could be something as simple as a more efficient combustion engine, to something as advanced as a device capable of annihilating solid matter. These obsessions are fleeting, but powerful.[break][break]
LIMITS[break][break]
The limits of modern science are mocked by Jack's creations, yet some of them are so far ahead as to be impossible to replicate. Though Jack can create some things that are suitable for mass production, the vast majority are not. The most advanced apparently break down when they are simply removed from their presence, and require frequent upkeep and maintenance of the kind only Jack is qualified to apply.
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This means that although Jack may be capable of designing things for the military, most of what they create will only be a few years ahead by comparison. Anything that is truly science fiction is more limited in scope, and impossible to mass produce. They are also expensive. Jack is clever enough to play the stock market, but they still need to do that before they can spend money they don't have.
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Jack's obsessions are capable of bending the limits of what can be imagined possible, but many of these devices may be limited in scope. While Jack can usually continue to maintain anything created during an obsession, they cannot repeat the process and create the same device again. Usually these obsessions will last until they have been satisfied, but it is possible for them to be interrupted partway through a project, leaving it never to be completed.
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Anything created outside of these obsessions may well be at the level or even beyond that of
modern technology, but it will not reach the paradigm shifting heights of those devices created directly by Jack's obsessive genius.
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WEAKNESSES[break][break]
The more advanced a piece of technology Jack creates, the more prone it is to failure. This can be at extremely unfortunate times just as much as when being improved or upgraded. Despite their advanced intellect, Jack's attention can be almost as fleeting as that of a goldfish. It can be difficult for them to concentrate on the task at hand, particularly if an idea or design has just occurred to them. There is no guarantee that their obsessions will remain for long enough for the device in question to be completed. In addition, all but the most simple of devices created and designed by Jack can only be maintained by the same, even a metahuman with similar powers would struggle to understand the technology at play.[break][break]
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