Empaths. Superstrength. Kung Fu Masters. Petting Zoo People.
There is a word for people like that. A pre-packed fluffy-feeling word the government's spin doctors had come up with.
Lucretia had her own words for her peer group: freaks of nature, science projects, and fanatics. They were all the people that had been born, transformed or self-willed into something that should have been bizarre, but was becoming less so.
All she wanted to do was live an unnoticed life in her brownstone, working at the library and chasing down idiot cops who took her books on stakeouts.
Of course, there are problems with that, such as the fact that she's considered an interesting research specimen by some of the more amoral companies. Her tendency to stick her nose in where it probably shouldn't be. A love-hate relationship with various alcoholic beverages.
Oh yes, and the fact that she's still on parole.