About a week ago, legislation went through congress that made promicin, as well as the use of promicin induced abilities, illegal. When I first heard the news, I really didn't know how to respond. Not only am I promicin positive, but I also happen to have a fairly powerful ability, so my first reaction was fear. Then I had a flash back to high school government class. The constitution of the United States of America says that a person can not be arrested for committing an illegal act BEFORE it was made illegal. So the fact that I injected myself with promicin doesn't put me at risk. So as long as I don't use my ability, theoretically, I should be fine.
My second reaction was to think about the NTAC guys who were standing outside my door keeping watch for any accomplices of the crazy guy who tried to kill me. Would these guys come bursting through my door, the constitution be damned, and come and arrest me? They didn't. They, along with a VERY official looking woman (probably a "higher-up" from NTAC) talked to me. They said that there isn't anything they can (or want) to do to me legally. Because I injected myself, and used my abilities, before the law was passed, I'm in the free and clear. Then the 'big boss' lady started talking, and the rest of that talk got very interesting. I'm not going to go into any details (safety/security reasons) but basically, I'm going to be fine as long as I agree to "scratch their back" every now and again should they develop an itch. If you catch my drift.
And speaking of the NTAC guys, they left not to long ago; fairly soon after our talk. They didn't figure that I was in anymore immediate danger.
Also, adaptation update :
A few days before the promicin ban, I dusted off an old sketch pad, figured I'd sit down and draw for a while to take my mind off of things. A few seconds after I touched pencil to paper, I found that I was suddenly able to draw anything that was in front of me (or anything that I could think of) perfectly. Everything I drew that day looked, basically, like a black and white photograph of whatever it was I was trying to draw. Now, I'm not exactly sure how I "adapted" to become a better artist, but I'm guessing that it has something to do with my hand eye coordination.
Much later that night, I was having a drink at a bar not to far from my house. Some idiot decided that it'd be funny to throw a dart at my head while my back was turned. He threw the dart as hard as he could, and just when the dart was about an inch away from my head, I turned around and caught it. So, for anybody who's keeping track (and I know my good buddies down at NTAC are) Add lightning fast reflexes to the list of 'instant adaptations'.
Again, as far as I can tell, both of those adaptations are permanent.
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