NomenNescio13

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“So, Ultiman, Mr Ultiman? I’m sorry, I’ve never interviewed a superhero before.” James kept a measured tone, an inquisitive look, and a steady hand as he flipped open his notepad with a practised flick and readied his pen accordingly. He wasn’t about to blow this opportunity.

“No one has,” the hero said with a reassuring smile, “just call me Ultiman.”

“All right Ultiman, I’ll start off with a softball, would you mind sharing with our readers your secret identity?”

Ultiman took a fraction of a second to notice the glint in James’ eye, but when he did he gave a chuckle and said, “James Barrow, reporter. I’ll let you decide whether to print that.”

James echoed his chuckle, “Well, levity aside, here’s the softball, do you have a family?”

“I do yes, wife and children, my greatest gift in this life.”

“That’s wonderful, and if you don’t mind, who are you? Not your identity, but your drives. Why do you do what you do?”

Ultiman took a moment to consider. “Where I come from it’s all I’ve ever known. Superheroes fighting evil, standing up for what’s right because we can, when I got here, I saw no reason to change that.”

“Are you an alien then? A visitor from another world?”

“Not exactly.” Another moment passed as the superhero weighed his words. “I come from the future. Heroes are abundant a millennium from now.”

“Really?”

“100%”

“So how did you end up back in our time?”

“A science experiment gone wrong I think. Though how it happened, I’m not sure.”

“What kind of experiment?”

“There was, or will be, a crisis that called for a superhero to trump all others. I was chosen. The experiment should have infused me with the abilities of the greatest heroes on earth. I was going to be the supreme protector of the planet, but once the infusion was completed I felt a surge of power within my body. Like all the powers just burst out at once. And the next thing I knew, I woke up in this time. Left with only my original powers to speak of.”

“What was this crisis?”

“Difficult to explain, like trying to explain radio waves to a peasant in the dark ages.”

Utterly curious, James just gestured for him to go on anyway.

Ultiman didn’t budge, “You simply wouldn’t have any reference for what I’d be talking about. This’d turn from an interview to a university course.”

“Alright, well, what I can put together is that perhaps you are the reason superheroes are so abundant in the future then? If there is even a trace of those powers left in you, and you have a life and family here, it seems possible, don’t you think?”

“I suppose it does…”

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(Author's Note: I took a slight liberty with the reasons for the time travel, but this idea was too good not to articulate.)

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