Code 8 May 2026

Elias looked up. A police drone—a "Guardian"—hovered silently above the rooftops, its red optical sensor scanning the street for unregistered abilities. He felt the familiar surge of electricity beneath his skin, the "Code 8" violation just waiting to happen. "When do we start?" Elias asked.

Elias stepped forward, his fingers tingling with a low hum. But the foreman looked past him at a heavy-set man. "Not you, kid. You look like you’re about to short out. I need someone who can last ten hours."

: Abilities are categorized by class and type (Electric, Cryo, Telekinetic, etc.). Code 8

"I don't do crime," Elias said, though his stomach cramped from hunger.

Elias was a "Class 4 Electric," but in Lincoln City, that just meant he was a human battery with a target on his back. He spent his mornings standing at the "daily-labor" gates, hoping a foreman would need someone to jump-start a rusted generator for a few credits. "Any Electrics?" a foreman shouted over the rain. Elias looked up

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: A street drug and medical necessity harvested from powered individuals, serving as a primary driver of the criminal underworld. If you'd like to explore more about this world, tell me: A specific power you want the protagonist to have? "When do we start

Elias grabbed the Psyke and ran. He could feel the city’s power grid beneath his feet, a roadmap of energy. He pushed his gift to the limit, drawing power from the streetlights until they exploded in a shower of sparks, blinding the Support units.