It was a bright summer’s evening. Xavier would have preferred a dark and stormy night, but when you’re a mad scientist in the beginning of your career, you make do with whatever weather you get.

(There are, of course, those who build lightening rods and cloud seeding machines in order to create the right atmosphere for experiments. But these people are mad engineers, not scientists.)

Preparations complete, Xavier carefully injected the subject with the mixture, and waited. And waited. And waited some more.

When nothing continued to happen, he sighed and scribbled some notes:Subject #3 failure, further tests required.

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