The West Corp Academy hallway was lined with vibrant, holographic kiosks, each one shouting for the attention of the student body. This was "Club Recruitment Week," but it wasn't just about hobbies. At W.C.A., every student was required to join a Societal Contribution Club—a way to prove their powers could serve the public.
Maya stood in the center of the chaos, her hands stuffed deep into her blazer pockets. She felt the heavy gaze of the faculty from the mezzanine. Up there, Victoria Vega stood with her arms crossed, her sharp, legendary eyes following Maya’s every move.
"Okay," Maya whispered to herself, her collar device giving a supportive thump-thump. "Just pick one. Be useful."
First, she tried the Search and Rescue Club.
The "Communication Exam" was simple: coordinate with a "trapped" civilian (a high-tech dummy) and guide them out of a simulated collapsed tunnel using a headset.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" Maya’s voice cracked into the microphone.
"I'm scared!" the dummy’s speakers wailed. "The ceiling is shaking!"
Maya’s throat tightened. The pressure of the ticking clock and the eyes of the club president—a tall, confident junior—made her mind go blank. "Um... stay there? I mean, don't move. No, wait, move to the left? Or... oh no."
Her panic flared. A jagged pulse of purple energy shot from her headset, frying the communication console in a shower of sparks. The dummy went silent.
"Next!" the president called out, sighing as he marked a big red 'X' on her form.
Next was the Innovation and Tech Club.
"All you have to do is provide a steady power source to this prototype medical drone," the club leader explained, pointing to a complex motherboard. "Think of it like a battery. Low and slow, Rose."
Maya took a deep breath and hovered her hand over the intake port. She tried to think of Leon’s advice about the "bank of the river." She felt a small, steady flow of energy leave her palm.
"There you go," the leader encouraged. "That's it..."
But then, Maya caught sight of Victoria watching from above. The weight of that gaze—the expectation of a hero—sent a jolt through her system. The "low and slow" stream turned into a high-voltage spike.
POP!
The motherboard didn't just short-circuit; it melted into a puddle of black plastic. The smell of burnt ozone filled the room.
By the end of the day, Maya was sitting on the back steps of the academy, her head in her hands. Her sign-up sheet was a graveyard of rejected stamps.
"It’s not as easy as they make it look in the movies, is it?"
Maya looked up to see Victoria Vega standing a few feet away. She didn't look disappointed; she looked... thoughtful. Victoria sat down on the concrete step next to her, the legendary Cybergirl appearing remarkably human in the soft twilight.
"I can't do it, Victoria," Maya choked out. "I'm supposed to be the new Cybergirl, but I can't even talk to a dummy or power a toy drone without breaking it."
Victoria looked out over the school grounds. "Do you know how your mother spent her first year with the shards? She didn't fight villains. She didn't lead teams. She spent six months accidentally shattering every glass in the house just by sneezing."
Maya looked at her, wide-eyed. "Mom did that?"
"Worse," Victoria smiled faintly. "She tried to be me. She tried to use force because that’s what she thought a hero was. She didn't find her rhythm until she stopped trying to be 'The Cybergirl' and started being the girl who cared about the person in front of her."
Victoria stood up and placed a hand on Maya’s shoulder. "The Academy has a lot of boxes, Maya. If you don't fit in them, stop trying to shrink yourself. Find where you are needed."
As Victoria walked away, Maya felt the weight of the suit heavier than ever. Finding her rhythm sounded nice, but as the lights of the academy flickered behind her, Maya felt like she was trapped in a song where she didn't know any of the words.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1KmME4mMCM
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