There was a shockwave. A large one that traveled over the entire planet.

Some people died from the shockwave.

Others survived, none the worse for wear.

Then some were changed.

Their very DNA had been forcibly rearranged, but the process didn’t kill them.

We’re called POPs, or People of Power. Someone really wasn’t drinking their creative juice that day.

The government organized us into tiers. There are ten of them, but I won’t go into detail on all of them; instead, I’ll give you the short versions on the most important ones.

Tier Threes have major elemental powers, minor healing, minor teleportation, or minor shifting abilities.

Tier Twos have two of the following: Massive healing, major elemental control, major teleportation, major shifting, or minor mind abilities.

Tier Ones, the most powerful, can have three or more of the above, except you can change minor mind abilities to major and add time control.

There are very few people in the higher Tiers, especially in Tiers Three through One.  Partly because those powers are hard to handle and can burn you out very quickly. The government is also more likely to kill you if you’re a higher Tier. And there were very few people that could survive the major DNA rearrangement that comes along with all the cool stuff.

I digress, but you get the gist.

So, whoever may be reading this, maybe long after I’ve been dead, arm yourself with caution when reading this story. It is true. I was encouraged to write a record. Something about having something for posterity.

Well, I wrote it. Hope you enjoy it.