Microscopic Stories

Power Man

Power Man

It all began when I crash landed on this planet nearly ten years ago. The inhabitants, who were remarkably human in most ways, healed my wounds and enabled me to recover to full health over several earth weeks.

That was when I realised that the locals were incredibly fragile in comparison to me. My comparative strength made me a sort of superhero amongst them. This became my natural function and I took the name of Power Man.

Over the years a great sadness overtook me, however. There was no joy in saving the inhabitants anymore. Homesickness is a terrible thing.


Word count: 100
For no particular reason.
The prompt was an extrapolation from a passing thought.