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Everett the baby he wanted as soon as she was healthy again. In the second year, she became pregnant, yet was devastated when the baby was lost in her third month. Janie was hospitalized for months after that tragically terminated pregnancy. Everett was forever at her side, but she knew it was only duty that kept him there. Though he tried valiantly, Everett couldn’t help feeling that she was to blame. It didn’t matter that she had already had one healthy son. She had not been able to have a son for him . And he needed that, needed it more than anything else. He needed a son that did not stare intently at him from the corner of the hospital room with those unseeing, black eyes. A son who needed a father, because it was clear that Jacob Rush—most ironically called “Rush” for short—did not. Jackson’s mother had told him many times before she died how much she’d wanted him and his father had wanted him. Many times she had told him this. A year after that miscarriage, miraculously, she conceived again.
    Janie and Everett struggled desperately trying not to put too much hope in this child because the pregnancy was plagued from the start with complications. She suffered gestational diabetes and hypertension, immobilizing sciatica, and bouts of severe, debilitating depression. When the time came, they’d believed this baby to be dead. But he’d breathed and cried, and as he cried, he’d called down rain that fell only on that hospital for thirteen days in a row. Immediately the phenomenon had been recorded and baby Jackson had been tested and put into a classification of his own. Precocial. Talented from birth. His power had been significant. His entire life had been spent breaking and setting Shift records. He was the most powerful Shifter on record.
    Jackson fumbled for words and remembered his question. “I mean… maybe that’s not the right question. If you were me, would you feel like you had to go into the Service?” Still, his older brother Rush merely peered at him. Rush said nothing. “You know… Well, I mean, I know you would have to go into the Service, really, but…”
    Jackson did not press. Rush would answer in his own time as he considered the question.
    But as it were, the phone was ringing and Jackson leaned over to answer it. “Hello?”
    “Jackson, damn man, glad you answered.”
    “What is it?”
    “We need you down here, like pronto. man.”
    We need you down here . They always needed him. That was the burden of being the Precocial.
    Then he heard a voice from the table.
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    “Yes.” It was a lie that Rush tested on his tongue, then slipped out into the cosmos. Smaller than atoms, they floated undetectable out of his mouth. The words were of him, yet somehow did not belong to him. Rush had learned long ago how to lie and experience the serenity of removal. There was a science or art to the lack of culpability. He had perfected this science and art in the last ten years of his life as he watched the skills of his younger brother develop, as he watched his mother’s love shift to Jackson the Extraordinary, while Rush longed for and achieved obscurity. “Yeah, sure.” He nodded briefly. “I would help people if I could. What you’re able to do is amazing, Jacks. And I totally recognize your need to put it to good use. Guess that’s why you got all the power.”
    “Yeah.” Jackson slightly furrowed his eyebrows. Then, as Rush expected, the lines smoothed, and Jackson was again at peace. “It is the right thing to do. Civil… social responsibility and everything.”
    Rush nodded. He watched as Jackson went into the living room. Then he pushed from the table and walked into the bathroom. He smiled into the mirror, stretching his lips as wide as he could, baring his teeth and straining muscles until even his neck tensed with the effort. He held the smile and wondered what others would feel if they were to see him smile. A smile on that face was an unnatural occurrence. He