Super Born: Seduction of Being by kkornell Read Free Book Online Page B

bars allowing
the Antler Game. Duh.
    ***
    That night, while I was licking my wounds with
the last of the Miner’s Lites in my fridge, Jones called and asked
me to meet him at his place. He had a job for me. So I headed on
over.
    His apartment was more a messy research lab
than an apartment, with papers and books stacked everywhere.
Incense filled the air. I stepped through the mess sheepishly to
take a seat in front of the desk where Jones sat.
    “ Yes, yes, I have for you a very
important job. I told you the answer to finding the super female
was in my briefcase, and here it is,” he said, pointing to a
blackboard filled with mathematical formulas that covered the
entire wall of his apartment. Jones drew a big circle around the
final computation. “Yes, there it is,” he said and then turned to
his desk, which was full of papers. He gingerly plucked a pair of
sheer purple thong panties off of a textbook, looked up at me with
a self-conscious grin, and said, “Research, research, you know,”
and then proceeded to look something up in the textbook.
    Part of me felt sorry for the sap. Here he
thought the answer was in those numbers, and I already knew so much
more about the real-life B.I.B. I would humor him anyway, but I was
the guy with all the answers, not him. Unfortunately, I was also
the guy who had gotten Ed killed, or so I had convinced myself.
Should I tell Jones about the danger? No, he was happy in his
little world with his formulas. He was safe.
    “ Tomorrow, first thing, you must go
to the Hall of Records. I have used the epsilon radiation readings,
adjusted for halflives and periodic conversion, of course, to tell
me the most likely time that a super female would have been born
and where. According to my calculations, she would have been born
in Scranton at one of these two hospitals during the Super Bowl of
1976. That would make it…January 18, 1976. The closer to halftime
she was born, the more likely it is that she would develop into a
super female.”
    I had a hard time keeping a straight
face. Super Bowl? What does that have to do
with anything? I began to doubt Jones,
right then and there. Christ, I knew more than he did. This was
true crap. But I hid my smile and nodded—what a pro.
    “ You must check for women born in
Scranton on January 18, 1976. Make a list
of them all. We will prioritize them by how close to halftime they
were born. If my theory is correct, the one born closest to
halftime will be the one with the greatest chance of having
developed super powers, ” Jones smiled and handed me a paper with all the
date and time information. “So, can you do this tomorrow, Logan, my
friend?”
    I saluted with a couple of fingers. “Can do.
But this seems like chump work. Why would you need me, when you’re
such a great researcher yourself?”
    Jones was perplexed—clearly he felt always
being the smartest person in the room was hell. “Because of this,”
he said gesturing to his wall- sized black board filled with
equations. “And these,” he said, gesturing to his ocean of books.
“And my lab and class schedule at the university. But, most
importantly, all my nights are full. Monday’s are Manic Mondays,
Tuesdays are Two-For-Tuesdays, Ladies Night is generally Wednesday
at most bars…do I have to go on? For God’s sake, man, can’t you
think for yourself?”
    “ Sounds to me like your ‘research’
every night at the bars has become more important than the Nobel
prize.”
    “ Must I tell you again? Okay, you
have an entire generation of women in this town with increased
abilities and desires—that includes sexual desires and abilities,
huh? Get it now? And a generation of like-aged men who still think
they have a ‘pee pee.’ The women in Scranton are an untapped
goldmine of amazing, intelligent, potent, yet unsatisfied female
nuggets with no one to mine them but me! After all, it’s not their
fault all the men around them are idiots. I do my best to make as
many of them