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Part 3
The computers in computer sciences were... well to be blunt they were horrible. They had the old school box head monitors, ran collectively on a single high speed connection degrading web surfing to around the league of dial up, and if not for the mainframe letting them share key memory would probably be hard pressed to have two gigs to rub together.
They were also free to use once your class work was up. Which was nice, even if your cellphone was actually better for surfing the web.
Getting said work done was no problem. The otherworldly knowledge that came with my powers filled in the blanks about as quickly as I encountered them, turning a forty five minute class into a fifteen minute clicking session of paperwork.
Heh, the upsides seemed to be without limit. Yeah my energy blasts sucked but I had anti-homework superpowers! The envy of teen heroes across the globe.
...Actually in hindsight I should probably keep my lips tight on that one, or I might legitimately piss off someone who had combat effective superpowers.
With the image of Rune crushing me to death with a car, a look of outrage on her face firmly in my mind, I went to work researching.
Research that was very important, utterly practical and not even slightly dicking around.
Incidentally I found out that you could get a full length tailored trench coat for the surprisingly low price of nine hundred US dollars on the dot!
That was unfortunately a bit out of my price range. Luckily a more traditional basic vest only cost about a hundred and seventy. The full motocross suit cost only forty on top of that, which was kind of mind-blowing really.
Chainmail however was going to wrack me up by something like two hundred alone. Plate armor significantly more so.
I winced.
So... including shipping and everything, five hundred dollars for the most basic protection I could think of. That wasn't even including the actually flashy bits of costume.
...Well I'd been planning to wait a while to train my powers to begin with.
Actually... Maybe I could kill two birds with one stone? I'd wanted chain over rough bolted on plates, but adding some hard plates at key locations would be a smart move right? I could go down to the boat graveyard and practice my power carving out useful bits of it!
...That... was probably a horrible idea.
...Wasn't it?
Okay, my powers were flashy. I still needed to practice them. Boat graveyard was pretty damned abandoned. No one gave a damn about someone roughing up the resting lumps of scrap metal, so I wouldn't really have to worry about legal problems either. The metal was tough enough for ship hulls, so... why not?
Todd would probably be worried.
Well... if I was seriously going to work on the hero thing Todd was going to be worried either way right? Maybe I should try and get him used to the idea of me being gone for large chunks of the night. Sort of... ease him into it. I mean it wasn't like I was joining a gang or something.
Alright, another plan set.
I spent my remaining time looking up amateur blacksmithing, and browsing onto PHO... entirely for vital research purposes! Know your enemy, know yourself and you will win a thousand battles and all that jazz right?
So it was only natural to watch Über and L33t's highlight reel for the rest of the class right?
Exactly.
Unfortunately before I could get far in the lunch bell rang, interrupting my vital research before they got to the first Glory Girl episode.
No matter, food was good too. Even superpeople needed to eat right?
I wondered what was on the menu...