A mysterious organization kidnapped me and injected me with something. Then, while I rubbed my sore arm, the CEO, a friendly yet commanding short-sleeves kinda guy, explained to me that, really, they owed everything to me. One of his operatives, looking for new ideas to radically change the world, had seen one of my childhood drawings in a museum - a crude representation of the solar system that accidentally put Ganymede, the moon of Jupiter, between Mars and Earth. “It was so simple,” he said, “but we had no idea until we saw your drawing. We simply move Ganymede out of Jupiter’s gravity well and make it the new fourth planet. This will slightly alter the pitch of the musica universalis, and cause all mesons in this universe to reverse their charge. Meaning that anyone who has that injection that we just gave you will gain superpowers. What superpower do you want? Flight? Super-strength? Super-intelligence? Prehensile tail?”

“Flight, please.”

Then I woke up.

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