I'm Ready for My Superpower Now

Last night the brother-in-law, the nephews and I went to see Deadpool. It was an entertaining enough movie for what it was (if containing a few moments where one thinks to oneself that watching it with a fourteen-year-old may not have been the best of choices). Watching it as a non-expert in all things Deadpool, all I could think was that whoever wrote it must have had a testier relationship to cancer than I do.*

In the movie, the main character gets cancer -- well, cancers: liver, brain, lung and prostate. He then meets a sketchy guy in a bar who offers to both cure his cancer and give him superpowers. Naturally, our guy opts for the treatment which turns out to be, quite literally, torture. 

So he gets cancer (check), goes through torture (check), and winds up with superpowers (uh...). Up to the superpowers part, it sounds a lot like your basic cancer treatment.

So I'd really like to have my superpowers now. It doesn't have to be immortality or ninja fighting skills. I'd settle for, say, the ability to stand still for more than ten minutes running. 

Or eyes that shoot laser beams. Laser beams would be cool... 


* Actually, the bits in the movie when the character is dealing with cancer are pretty apt.