Editing The Godlike (section)

===[[Jack Bennett]]===   
* &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;''"People ask us what are we.  Are we human?  Are we something else, something more?  All questions I've asked myself.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I seem to embody the best and worst of what we've become.  My body can isolate and stop the others when there power gets out of control, my spirit can see ways they can better use what they have.  A blessing?  Maybe if it wasn't costing me my very flesh.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I was never the brightest kid, but they changed that, too.  Now I'm so much infinitely smarter, able to truly and completely comprehend what giving up my body is going to mean.  I am both human and monster.  I have walked in the dreams of men of power, I have ridden the waves of Space and Time.  Wherever power is used I am there, a silent sentinal.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Is it my role to act the Jimminy Cricket to the Survivors?  Is that why I've been made so smart and then had my body taken away?  So I'd know the true consequences of power and school the others toward caution?    &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"This is too big.  I'm just a kid, after all.  Yeah, a kid who seems to be able to control whatever this energy is that we all were changed by.  I guess I've sort of been dreaming that this would all be over soon and I could go back to my normal life.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, I got a hell of a wake up call.  I remember looking down and seeing Brian crouched there on the steps of Lincoln like some sort of cross between Superman and Dr. King, getting ready to emerge into the age, a carpet of rich deep red rolling down the steps, beautiful, flaring out from him like a cape, like the blood of a wounded America crying out for help.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I guess it was sort of fitting, an irony, really, that it was a Kennedy's blood painting such an image.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I'd thought till that momment that my powers were sort of weak compared to the others...  Until with less effort then it took to remember how to breath, I spread my 'fingers' and took control of every camera, every microphone, every T.V. station and broadcast that image across the country so they could share my horror and my awe.  Even in death I was not denyed a voice.  And in the end true freedom to speak and be heard, to let truth roll off your tounge and be heard...  That, my friend, is the Information Age.  That is -true- power.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Not that I ever did anything to deserve it.  Not that I've ever done much to deserve anything.  But at least my death would have meaning, a sacrafice against injustice to show the world the Survivors are human, that we bleed red, white and blue just like every other American.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Perhaphs because only in my death did I feel I've ever done anything deserving did Mandy's actions shock me so much; when she breathed strange, hot life back into my broken body.  She hardly knew me and I can't say I was ever kind to her, though I've considered her a friend.  I can't think why she would do such a thing.  Other then what I said, she among us all is a true HERO.  I don't care what mistakes she made in Georgia.  <br>  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I could see it all along, maybe that's why the others need me. Because I have the power to SEE."''