I love superheroes!
Who doesn't?
Communists.
No! Even Communists love superheroes!
And so, I've been starting work on a young adult superhero novel called Merch! It takes place in an alternate 2012, where (for the past 11 years) superheroes have been a part of the everyday scene. The first one appeared during 9/11, using their latent powers stop the terror attacks, and the American government (and every other government for that matter), corporations and scientists have been aggressively using supers to make the world a better - at least according to their views - place.
The environment is cleaned up, Operation Enduring Freedom lasted 3 months, Osama Bin Ladin is in jail, President McCain is running against Democratic hopeful Obama/Gore and our hero, Jimmy Vega, has just had his latent powers activate, propelling him from high school nobody to world famous super.
Being a super is grand! You get all the endorsement deals you can imagine. Talk shows everywhere want to have you! Cities will pay through the nose to have you as their mascot, and groupies...oh man, don't get me started on the groupies!
(Basically, say you're a super, show off your powers and BAM! Any number of girls or boys or girlboys or boygirls will be swarming you!)
But...being a super doesn't actually involve that much "heroics". Frankly, cops don't want masked vigilantes (especially ones that can lift metric tons with their bare hands, shoot lasers out of their eyes, or see through walls) running around and impinging the rights of criminals.
You know, Miranda rights?
And even if you join the force, people hate it when supers die. And, while some have bullets bounce off their chest or can produce force fields, a lot of them (a worryingly large number of them in fact) kind of...die when you shoot them.
So, actually going with the SWAT team is usually poo-pooed unless you have defensive powers.
The only places supers really get to "fight" "nemesis" is during staged shot-fights run by the WWE, or by joining Blackwater International and becoming super-powered mercinaries. And that's far from glamorous. No spandex, just combat fatigues and lots of third world countries to level.
This is the world that our hero enters, unwittingly. He doesn't expect the glamor and glitz to be...shallow, commercialized and all encompassing. He also didn't expect how privacy vanished. It's one thing to read about supers in the newspapers and see them on TV...it's another thing to be hounded by TMZ, filmed while going on a date, or having slanderous rumors be slung here and there about you.
Which leads us nicely to the central conflict of the piece: A love triangle (of course!) between Jimmy, his "baseline" (I.E, unpowered) girlfriend and another super whose name I haven't decided on yet.
See, this unnamed super rejects the fame and fortune that most supers get in favor of...well, endorsing Magneto. Well, not Magneto, but a collection of supers who share a similar belief: Supers are inherently beyond human morality and laws and should seek to transcend the human condition completely.
This strikes a chord with the disillusioned Jimmy, especially since his powers (Super-speed) have distanced him from his baseline friends, girlfriend and family.
It's hard to have a conversation with someone when, by the they utter the word "Hello", you've run across the country, grabbed a Phillie Cheese Steak Sand-which (from Phillie, mind you!) and eaten it. It's harder still to wait in line, or in traffic.
And sex? Don't get me STARTED on the problems with sex.
So...
Would you guys feel betrayed if, at the end, Jimmy actually went with the as of yet unnamed super? When given the choice...would you side with Magneto?
Who doesn't?
Communists.
No! Even Communists love superheroes!
And so, I've been starting work on a young adult superhero novel called Merch! It takes place in an alternate 2012, where (for the past 11 years) superheroes have been a part of the everyday scene. The first one appeared during 9/11, using their latent powers stop the terror attacks, and the American government (and every other government for that matter), corporations and scientists have been aggressively using supers to make the world a better - at least according to their views - place.
The environment is cleaned up, Operation Enduring Freedom lasted 3 months, Osama Bin Ladin is in jail, President McCain is running against Democratic hopeful Obama/Gore and our hero, Jimmy Vega, has just had his latent powers activate, propelling him from high school nobody to world famous super.
Being a super is grand! You get all the endorsement deals you can imagine. Talk shows everywhere want to have you! Cities will pay through the nose to have you as their mascot, and groupies...oh man, don't get me started on the groupies!
(Basically, say you're a super, show off your powers and BAM! Any number of girls or boys or girlboys or boygirls will be swarming you!)
But...being a super doesn't actually involve that much "heroics". Frankly, cops don't want masked vigilantes (especially ones that can lift metric tons with their bare hands, shoot lasers out of their eyes, or see through walls) running around and impinging the rights of criminals.
You know, Miranda rights?
And even if you join the force, people hate it when supers die. And, while some have bullets bounce off their chest or can produce force fields, a lot of them (a worryingly large number of them in fact) kind of...die when you shoot them.
So, actually going with the SWAT team is usually poo-pooed unless you have defensive powers.
The only places supers really get to "fight" "nemesis" is during staged shot-fights run by the WWE, or by joining Blackwater International and becoming super-powered mercinaries. And that's far from glamorous. No spandex, just combat fatigues and lots of third world countries to level.
This is the world that our hero enters, unwittingly. He doesn't expect the glamor and glitz to be...shallow, commercialized and all encompassing. He also didn't expect how privacy vanished. It's one thing to read about supers in the newspapers and see them on TV...it's another thing to be hounded by TMZ, filmed while going on a date, or having slanderous rumors be slung here and there about you.
Which leads us nicely to the central conflict of the piece: A love triangle (of course!) between Jimmy, his "baseline" (I.E, unpowered) girlfriend and another super whose name I haven't decided on yet.
See, this unnamed super rejects the fame and fortune that most supers get in favor of...well, endorsing Magneto. Well, not Magneto, but a collection of supers who share a similar belief: Supers are inherently beyond human morality and laws and should seek to transcend the human condition completely.
This strikes a chord with the disillusioned Jimmy, especially since his powers (Super-speed) have distanced him from his baseline friends, girlfriend and family.
It's hard to have a conversation with someone when, by the they utter the word "Hello", you've run across the country, grabbed a Phillie Cheese Steak Sand-which (from Phillie, mind you!) and eaten it. It's harder still to wait in line, or in traffic.
And sex? Don't get me STARTED on the problems with sex.
So...
Would you guys feel betrayed if, at the end, Jimmy actually went with the as of yet unnamed super? When given the choice...would you side with Magneto?