text: [Themes: sci-fi, socially important, serious, war]
  
  The man screams a high-pitched scream, as I throw him off the girl. I transport clothes instantly to her hands. She doesn't deserve being bare here in this dark alley. I then remove all the blood from the attempted rapist off her, and suggest her to leave, which she does. I then approach the man, who is still screaming in agony. I don't want him to die, so I stop the bleeding and raise him up into the air. I then locate his testicles, which are lying to my side, and levitate them in front of his eyes.
  
  "Do you know why this has happened to you?" I ask him, but he is still sobbing and crying. "Answer me!"
  
  "Pl...please...don't kill me."
  
  "Is that why this has happened to you? because please don't kill me?"
  
  "I want to live."
  
  "Do you know why this has happened to you?"
  
  "Be...be...because I..."
  
  "Yes?"
  
  "I was trying to...I was..."
  
  "I am a busy man. Give me an answer!"
  
  "Because I was trying to rape her, alright!?!"
  
  I put the man down. He is still sobbing, but as I channel myself through him, I can feel his pain going away.
  
  "Yes. And tell me, how could you have avoided this?"
  
  He continues to sob and then says "by being good?"
  
  "Yes. Clearly, you can't handle the responsibilities of manhood, but don't worry, those responsibilities have been taken off your shoulders, permanently" I say as I channel myself away from him. He's learned his lesson, so there's nothing more for me to do here.
  
  [Author's Note: The title "Homo Perfectus" may not be very accurate for this story, as you do not play as a Homo Perfectus. Instead, you play as the vengeful former Imperfect Baryon, who fights against injustice, wherever he finds it, even if it includes the law. This story is somewhat shorter than other Homo Perfectus stories, but still a vital part of the saga. Whether you can achieve the Super-heroic ending or not depends on choices you make in the very beginning, so if you can't seem to reach it, then it is possible that you simply made the wrong decisions.]
  
  > Continue.
  The sun has risen in Gorgon city, so I can't visit the Imperfects again. Last time there was night there, I came to visit, and Eve informed me that she was with child. She even claimed that I was the one that told her that, although I am sure I would remember it if that was the case. Apparently, the child is a 100% Homo Perfectus, but I never got the story behind that. Bringing the child's father up seemed to make her sad, so I never asked.
  
  I've noticed some new members there too. A plant-human hybrid that goes by the name Grove, an android, or an armored individual called Hyper, and Jonathan Skage. Eve always did try to make his mental state fit enough to join the Imperfects in her frequent visits to the Isolation, and I guess that worked.
  
  Freakshow is still with his girlfriend, Gabrielle. I heard he proposed to her recently. I'm glad he's finally happy. He deserves it after all the pain he's gone through. I wonder if I'll be invited to the wedding. I probably wouldn't come. Weddings usually aren't held in darkness. I'd just be uncomfortable.
  
  > examine a newspaper.
  I channel an abandoned newspaper from the streets of Edinborough to me, and see the headlines: "Karma in the flesh". That seems to be what they're calling me: Karma. Most people have no idea what it is that attacks criminals in the night, but they're definately talking about it, forming theories. This is good, this is very good. If everyone starts to believe this is a natural phenomenon that strikes criminals at all times, then perhaps, my work will be over, and people will stop inflicting pain onto others that they themselves don't want to endure. It is also good that people are confused whether it is a force of good or a force of evil. I don't want people to get the misconception of me being evil, but this way, people might fear me while still acknowledge me as beneficial to the society.
  
  I put the newspaper back to where it was, and then start to channel myself through Europe, picking up on everything that's going on there at once, aside from that which is illuminated of course. I usually encounter a lot of violence when I channel myself through such a large area at once. Much justice to be distributed. In Spain, I see a mugger, taking a man's wallet. I don't return the wallet yet. I wait for him to return home, and see that his apartment has been stolen, literally. I am still careful to leave enough of a foundation for the rest of the building not to crash, and then I slowly channel the wallet back to its rightful owner. Everytime the mugger tries to grab the wallet, floating in the air, I inflict great pain to his hand.
  
  At the same time, the bullet fired by a hit-man in France goes back and pierces through his head, and a man trying to hijack a plain moves, unfortunately for him, into a shadowed area, and gets thrown out of the plain. At least he lands where he wanted to go. However, when I channel myself into Novarra, I find a peculiar scenario, where men, marked as government agents, are attacking an unarmed woman. I channel myself there, but she project a telekinetic wave from her body that knocks the attackers away. One of them stands up, and then sees my eyes. He aims his gun at me and yells "Stay put mutant!"
  
  "Your bullet does nothing, but show hostility, and you will receive the same" I say. The man shoots at me anyway, and the bullet just goes through me. As I had warned, I then crush his gun into an orb and smack him with it, knocking him unconscious.
  
  > speak to the woman.
  "What is your name?" I ask the woman as she stands up and she looks at my eyes.
  
  "I...thank you. My name is Leksiah."
  
  "Leksiah? Is that Novarran?"
  
  "It is."
  
  "These men, they work for the government, don't they?"
  
  She nods and I then add "why were they after you?"
  
  In response, Leksiah levitates the orb I bent the gun into and lifts it in between us. She then fixes it, forming the original gun from it.
  
  "You are telekinetic then?"
  
  She nods again.
  
  "But you still didn't tell me what these men wanted from you."
  
  "That was why. I am telekinetic."
  
  "What? They were trying to kill you because of your abilities?"
  
  "Well, they were just going to lock me up, but I refused, and so they started shooting."
  
  "But why were they going to lock you up?"
  
  "You don't watch politics much, do you?"
  
  "I can pay attention to a lot of things, but what happens in every single government in every single country is not easy, especially since I just visit at night-time."
  
  "Well...you heard about the monster attack in Endrun, a few months ago?"
  
  "I did. It was unfortunate that it was at day time. Otherwise I could have helped."
  
  "Well, everyone in Novarra has been afraid of...of freaks ever since" she says and looks down.
  
  "You mean mutants."
  
  "Is there a difference?"
  
  "A man killed two thousand people once trying to answer that question."
  
  "Well, recently, there were presidential elections here, and one of the candidates, named Philias Unon took advantage of the fear people had of fre...of people like me, and so he promised to make everyone safe. This is him, fulfilling his promise."
  
  "What? People are incarcerated for being victims of genetic alterations?"
  
  Leksiah nods, and I freeze one of the agents, as he tries to stand up. This sort of thing, taking people's freedom, not just for being different, but for being someone else's victim really gets on my bad side.
  
  > kill the agents.
  These people, think they can just take other people's freedom, even though they've done nothing to deserve anything on that scale. These people, like this Leksiah, deserve to keep their freedom, and for attacking that, these men don't even deserve their lives, so I tear out their hearts and place them in their hands, where they look upon them before collapsing motionless to the ground.
  
  Leksiah approaches me and asks "You...you are that Karma thing I keep reading about?"
  
  "Among other things."
  
  "Do you...do you have a name?"
  
  "My creators named me Baryon, so I guess that's my name."
  
  "Your creators?"
  
  "Yes. As you can no doubt see, I am one of the 'freaks' as well. I am made of dark-matter, and my power is only limited by the amount of light I am exposed to. That's it in a nutshell."
  
  "How...what's your story?"
  
  "The full story? My mother was killed while pregnant with me, carved open and then, when they had removed the embryo that would later develop into a happy little boy, they fed her to a cannibalistic mutant and grew me in a tub full of dark-matter, only to issue my project as flawed. How's that for a bed-time story?"
  
  "I'm sorry. I didn't..."
  
  "Don't worry about it. What about you? Telekinesis doesn't just spring from nowhere, does it?"
  
  "Well, I am the results of a man's attempt to heighten human intelligence."
  
  "So you are hyper-intelligent?"
  
  "Yes, sort of. I know I haven't forgotten anything I experienced since my escape four months ago."
  
  "And the telekinesis?"
  
  "Not sure. The containments were not sufficiently equipped to defend against telekinesis, so I imagine it was an unforseen side-effect of whatever it is they did to my mind."
  
  "You were kidnapped then? Before that you had a normal life?"
  
  "Yes. I did. I even had a family until they called those agents after the law was initiated."
  
  "That...I am sorry."
  
  "Don't worry about it. But...are you going to do something about this whole thing? This law?"
  
  "Yes. I'll have to do something. I can't just sit by and watch as people are being put behind bars just for being different."
  
  "Well, what are you going to do?"
  
  > free the imprisoned mutants.
  "There are innocent people being arrested? Just for being mutants?"
  
  "They claim it's because of the damage they can cause."
  
  "They're not even given the chance to prove them wrong. They deserve more, they deserve to be free. I am going to free them."
  
  "Can...can I come with you?" Leksiah asks me.
  
  "You want to come with me?"
  
  "Yes. To them, we're just freaks, to them, we are the same. This is my fight too, and if we fight it together, then perhaps we can give them a message that if they want to take on one of us, they'll have to take on all of us. We mutants have to stick together, have each other's backs."
  
  > let Leksiah come with you.
  "I'm not going to stop you, so sure, you can come along. Can you keep up?"
  
  Leksiah closes her eyes and starts to concentrate. She then begins to float over the ground, and levitates herself further up. However, I can feel her mind hurting, and she is forced to let go of herself. She falls down, but I keep her from landing on the ground.
  
  "Nice, but if you're going to come along, I'll have to take you with me."
  
  Leksiah nods, and then she asks "Do you know where the prison is?."
  
  After channeling myself around the entire country, I say "I do now."
  
  > enter the Novarran prison.
  I transport myself and Leksiah into the Novarran prison. We make a good combo. She is not nearly as powerful as I am, but her powers work in the light, so she can destroy the lights, allowing me to unleash my full power at the guards trying to stop us. I eventually levitate one of the guards into the air, seeking to have a little chat with him.
  
  "The mutants, where are the mutants you keep you here?"
  
  The man just looks around in a panic, an expected reaction to his current situation. But as he does not answer, I repeat the question: "Where are the mutants? There must be special cells created for them."
  
  The man hesitantly points towards the left cell-block.
  
  > free the mutants.
  I throw the doors inwards, crushing one of the guards there, lying in wait after he heard the noise of the little ruckus here. We then approach the cells, and see several mutants behind bars. I tear open all the cells, and the mutants leave their cells. One of them, a woman that appears to have a weak mutation of the Muscle mutagen Stephan Lite had developed, approaches me.
  
  "You...you are an Imperfect?"
  
  "Not anymore."
  
  "I knew people wouldn't just let this happen."
  
  I then notice another cell, one that seems more reinforced than the others. It's nothing against me, but it seems this mutant was considered more dangerous than the others.
  
  "Who's in there?" I ask the woman.
  
  "That's a mutant called Claymore. He...collected faces...I'm told."
  
  > Free Claymore.
  "They say a lot of things" I say and tear open Claymore's cell. Claymore leaves his cell and looks around.
  
  "I don't believe these rumors about you, but remember, you will receive what you give" I say to him as he leaves.
  
  I then turn towards Leksiah and say "day approaches Novarra. I can't do more here for now. I want you to be my eyes here while I am gone. Can you do that for me? Will you be alright?"
  
  "Yes. I...I'll be fine" she says. I detected a strange level of pain in her body for a moment there, but decide not to ask her about it, as the sun drives me away from Novarra.
  
  > Continue.
  As I channel myself around Asia and Australia, punishing the unjust, I start to wonder what effects my actions will have. Hopefully, by freeing those mutants, people will get the message that the innocent will not be allowed to be punished, even though their incarceration hides behind the law. Maybe the fact that Claymore was freed as well will cause them not to see that. Despite whether he was innocent or not, he was a mutant charged with more than just 'being mutant at the wrong time in the wrong country'. I also wonder if Leksiah will be alright, in a country that hates her, but hopefully, she will make sure that the reaction to my actions are steered in the correct path.
  
  I then feel the sun pull away from America, and Gorgon city. I could visit the Imperfects if I wanted.
  
  > visit the Imperfects.
  I keep watch over the rooftop that the elevator in the Imperfects headquarters reaches, until I see Eve exit to the rooftop. I then channel myself there, and have my eyes appear before her.
  
  "Do you never sleep at night?" I say to her.
  
  "There have been reports from Novarra. A group of prisoners were freed from the Novarran prison. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
  
  "What do the reports say? Do they have a some sort of idea who or what was behind it?"
  
  "They say it was a mutant."
  
  This is great news. Things are going exactly as they are supposed to go.
  
  "Baryon? Did you do this?"
  
  "Do you know what's going on there? There's been a ban on mutants. They're being imprisoned, simply for being who they are. They would imprison you, for having been created by Meckard, or my, because of the horrors Thorne inflicted upon my mother. Don't try to tell me this isn't something I should fight."
  
  "You can't just tackle a country's laws like that. This is not an enemy you are fighting. You have to be..."
  
  "Be what? Passive? Diplomatic? Those people are so afraid of people like me that they would run away screaming before even consider giving me the chance to talk. Whether this is the law there or not is irrelevant. Anyone who attacks the innocent, law enforcer or not, will have to answer to me, and he better have a better answer than 'they told me to do it'."
  
  "They voted on this. The entire country voted..."
  
  "The majority of the people there are ignorant and scared unaltered human beings. What chance does the mutant minority have?"
  
  "Is this...what you warned me about?"
  
  "What?"
  
  "You said you had to do something wrong, to set something right, and asked me not to involve myself. Is this it?"
  
  "I never said that, and if I had, then this wouldn't have been what I was talking about. Why? Because I am not doing anything wrong."
  
  "I thought right and wrong were just a matter of perspective?"
  
  "They are, and this whole thing comes from the people's lack of perspective. If Skage's mutagen had been released onto the world, the people would have the perspective of being a mutant, and this law would never have been made. That's what i was trying to do, stop something like this, and I was punished for it."
  
  > Continue.
  I continue to extract justice upon North and South America, as the sun moves away from Europe. As soon as night falls in Novarra, I transport myself there instantly, eager to see how the situation has developed. Suddenly, a high-piercing light emerges from the square of Sanroe, and someone shouts "show yourself Demon!".
  
  Someone is referring to me as a demon?
  
  > see what the whole thing is about.
  I turn my gaze towards the voice calling out to me, and see a man, implanted with cybernetics all around his body. He looks at my eyes, and I then notice that there are people following him with cameras, taking pictures of me and him, and he seems to be posing as if he is a hero about to slay a dragon. Little does he know that the flashes the cameras have cause me to disconnect from the area whenever I am illuminated, which means the pictures are just of him posing in front of nothing. I wish I could see his face when he gets a look at those photos.
  
  "You finally show your cowardly face. Accept your fate demon, for you are about to be smitten by the mighty Valor!"
  
  "I'll be smitten, will I?"
  
  "Did you think your actions in the prison would go unpunished? You have broken Novarran laws, and I will keep these good people of this country safe from all dangers, including you!"
  
  I find it a pleasant surprise that the Novarran people know as much as they do about what happened last time I was here. Valor releases a blast of light in my direction, having no idea that he has to illuminate just about the entirety of Europe and Africa to be able to destroy me. I then reappear before him again as soon as his flash of light has gone.
  
  "Ah, you might prove to be a worthy foe after all" Valor says and leaps at me, punching into the air. I can swear he also imitates me fighting back, and shouts out battle cries, indicating that what he is doing is hurting me, although he is just fighting the air. He is actually pretending to be in an epic battle with me.
  
  > kill Valor.
  Suddenly, I suppress Valor's movements, and look him directly in the eyes.
  
  "So, Valor, you want to fight me, do you? You want to punish me for defending the innocent, for keeping the minority safe from the ignorant majority? You want to lock mutants up, despite the fact that you are just as dangerous as they are? Your genetics may still be human, but these machines make you more of a freak than I am, and yet you claim to act on behalf of the humans. If you truly claim to be less of a monster than I am, then how about I turn you back into the human you think you are" I say and tear out everything non-organic in his body, causing the remainder of his corpse to fall down motionless before me. The people gasp in terror. Hopefully, they'll think twice before persecuting mutants again.
  
  > find Leksiah.
  Leksiah is smart, she doesn't fear the darkness, so I find her at an abandoned place that she did not go through any effort to illuminate, allowing me to channel myself into it with ease. I see her there, sitting on a chair and rubbing her forehead, as if trying to get rid of a headache. I channel myself inside her, and feel her headache.
  
  "Are you alright?" I ask her, and she stands up and looks at me.
  
  "Baryon? Or is that Karma?"
  
  "Or Demon, whichever suits you."
  
  "You met Valor then? He's been screaming his artificial lungs out all day about how he's going to smite you."
  
  "I know, I heard the speech."
  
  "What happened to him?"
  
  "That moron was practically begging for me to end his life."
  
  "So you killed him?"
  
  "Yes. I'm surprised he wasn't behind bars. This law is supposed to apply all mutants, right?"
  
  "This law only applies to genetically altered humans. Valor is a cyborg, so genetically, he is still human."
  
  "Hypocrites. He's just as dangerous as an average mutant. Part of me wants to create an army of crazed cyborg soldiers and have them attack a Novarran city, just so they see this."
  
  "Will you?"
  
  "No. I don't hurt innocents. I am a lot of things, but a tyrant is not one of them. All my life, I've tried to avoid that."
  
  "Being tyrant? Is that so hard to avoid?"
  
  "When you've got enough power to force everyone into doing what you want? Yes."
  
  "Isn't that sort of what you do? I mean, you clearly don't respect the law, not saying that's a bad thing though."
  
  "I respect the laws if they are worthy of my respect, and they usually are. The law and I have the same purpose, to give people incentive not to wrong one another. I never force people to do what I want, I don't force people not to hurt one another, I just make sure they get hurt as well. If they are willing to risk that, then they are free to do whatever it is they want. I provide consequences for their actions, but I don't force opinions. That's why I don't force people to change this law, I just fight against it."
  
  "I see" she says and sits down and starts rubbing her forehead again."
  
  "You have a pounding headache, why?"
  
  "A side-effect to my enhanced intellect. My brain wasn't adapted well enough to its power, so the more I think, the more it hurts."
  
  After a moment of silence, I say "stand up", and she does. I then channel myself inside her, and mainly, inside her head. Just as I can induce pain, I can also suppress it, so I give her a mental massage, temporarily eliminating her headache.
  
  "I...how did you...thank you."
  
  "Feeling better?"
  
  "Yes. That's...wow, I can think so clearly now."
  
  "You don't deserve the pain. You deserve to be able to think clearly, and I provide what people deserve. The head-ache won't be gone forever though."
  
  "Still, thank you."
  
  "But now, onto the matter at hand. Besides Valor trying to fight an invisible demon, what reactions have there been to the prison break-out?"
  
  "They know its about the anti-mutant laws, but instead of being motivated to remove the law, the Novarran people seem more firm in their belief that all mutants need to be neutralized."
  
  "If any one of them lays his hand on a single mutant, they will regret it."
  
  "What are you going to do?"
  
  "I don't know. I have to show them that this will not be tolerated."
  
  "Governments usually don't take too kindly to terrorism."
  
  "Neither do I. Everyone I hurt deserves it. As a Novarran, perhaps you have a better idea of who deserves my wrath?"
  
  "Well...there is a personal favor you might do for me."
  
  "What's that?"
  
  "The man who made me...like this. The man who changed my mind. I was the only one that escaped, but he had hundreds of subjects. After I got out, he must have made sure that the others couldn't use the telekinetic powers they were developing to escape like I did, so they are still trapped there. I know where it is, but I was always too afraid to go there. You could take that place apart, free the others, and make the man who did it face justice."
  
  > follow Leksiah to the facility.
  "The man who did this deserves to be punished, and his victims deserve to be free, and I give people what they deserve. Show me where this facility is."
  
  Leksiah nods and I carry her outside, she points the way, until we come to a shack in the middle of nowhere.
  
  "This is it?"
  
  "Yes. This is it. They've fixed it since I got out. Beneath it, is a passageway to the facility."
  
  "This man, do you know what his name is?"
  
  "No. I just remember him as a nameless overseer."
  
  I nod and levitate the shack away from the entrance to the facility.
  
  "I'm coming too. There are bound to be lights down there. You'll need someone that can keep the light off you."
  
  I nod and we both head down. As Leksiah had thought, the place is well illuminated, but she shatters the lightbulbs as we make our way forward in the facility. She can't shatter them all simultaneously though, so I can't channel myself throughout the entire facility. Because of this, we'll have to explore this place one room at a time.
  
  > enter the main room.
  Leksiah clears the corridor of lights and I tear through the door. We come to a room which appears to be the main area. There, we see hu