Peaksville was just someplace. Someplace away from the world. It was wherever it had been since that day three years ago when Anthony had crept from her womb and old Doc Bates — God rest him — had screamed and dropped him and tried to kill him, and Anthony had whined and done the thing. He had taken the village someplace. Or had destroyed the world and left only the village, nobody knew which.
It did no good to wonder about it. Nothing at all did any good except to live as they must live. Must always, always live, if Anthony would let them.
It did no good to wonder about it. Nothing at all did any good except to live as they must live. Must always, always live, if Anthony would let them.
They were volatile, some of them, liable to make doors explode or syringes vanish or to catapult their mothers from one side of the room to the other. There were broken bones. Cracked teeth. Annoyed nurses. Other babies were more benign, liable to make their teddy bears sentient, so as to do the important work of infant cuddling when their busy families could not. Or they made lullabies come gurgling out of bedsheets and cradles. Some endowed their panicked fathers with new, round breasts, laden with milk. And others, remarkably, grew wings.
— The Unlicensed Magician, by Kelly Barnhill
His psychokinetic potential was beyond control, as too his mental domination. As such, none could stop him escaping when he chose. He was the boy who could levitate before he could crawl.
— A discussion of Pierre Jr., The Museum Of Unnatural History, by David M. Henley
The last links with Earth were gone, resolved back into their component atoms. But the child scarcely noticed, as he adjusted himself to the comfortable glow of his new environment. He still needed, for a little while, this shell of matter as the focus of his powers. His indestructible body was his mind's present image of itself, and for all his powers, he knew that he was still a baby. So he would remain until he had decided on a new form, or had passed beyond the necessities of matter.
Axol: If Melony sees any of the crap in the Dark Web, she's gonna be traumatised and freeze up!
SMG4: What? But she literally has the powers of a god.
Axol: Yeah, but she has the innocence of a 5 year old.
Spock: V'Ger is a child. I suggest you treat it as such.
McCoy: Spock, this "child" is about to wipe out every living thing on Earth! Now, what do you suggest we do? Spank it?
