I recently met a metahuman.

Her name was Tina Fleet.

I found her interesting and she attracted me.

She was living just down the street.

I admired her superhuman power.

Her’s was flying feet!

She could launch into the sky on a personal whim

or run like the wind -

as just above the ground she skimmed!



She was also super smart,

in a class of her own.

None of us un-enhanced humans

had like her evolved or grown.



Her ancestry was drone AI,

from the time of the 21st century.

Now, one hundred years later

here she was living – 

right near me.

A product of a mutant gene implant,

crafted by an ultra-mind

placed into a cloned human form

with attributes refined.



So, I can’t call her just human

because technically she was designed to mutate.

But on the other hand she became a friend 

or dare I say, even a very special “metamate”



We’d meet at the local cafe for a cuppa.

Her supernature and powers didn’t bother me.

We would play a game testing her memory.

She never failed - infuriatingly.

We’d walk together on summer evenings.

She even held my hand once, after an impassioned plea!

She almost treated me as an equal 

even though I was the inferior human species you see.


However,

there was a definite personal attraction.

I often wonder if it was a love that could have been?



I would have liked to have kept on seeing her,

but word had got around our town

that she was associating closely with a basic ancestral

on whom her metahuman friends looked down. 



I didn’t want to embarrass her

my feelings were that strong!

I wanted her to be happy, 

so I dropped out of where I didn’t belong. 

And yet, despite that decision and to this very day 

I feel that the way the Metas treat the rest of us 

is quite unfair ………. 

and wrong.