Despite the way it felt and sounded, being a teacher was a lot harder than she thought. A text book was enough to go upon, but Sophia could already see that the methods used in this book were too simplistic, they didn't factor in numerous different equations and quite frankly were far less advanced than what she knew more about. Granted, Sophia couldn't exactly teach Astrophysics to students who didn't even understand basic principles of physics, but her nature was more along studying celestial bodies and their interactions with other people or things, physics is self was far too simplistic for her.

So naturally, her first class was a lot of theory, little application or proven theories that could have been useful to the students. One probably noticed that several times when she was interrupted by a question, the glass along the windows would produce ripples along them, a side effect of Sophia being unable to make the students understand what was simple to her, but otherwise complex and impossible to understand for teenagers. By the end of the class, everyone was confused, left speechless, and those who didn't raise their hands for questions merely didn't do so out of fear of what might happen if they really got her going. None the less, Sophia told anyone who want to, to wait after class, she'd explain whatever it was she could explain to them. The class was small, maybe two dozen students at the very most, and most of them left, Sophia slumped in to the chair and just looked at herself, bewildered why none of them got it, or why she ever thought she'd be a teacher.

Just a week or two here, she was settled in, finally knew the mansion well enough to point something out to another person, and now teaching classes. Maybe it was too much to be a teacher, hearing her own last name so many times was getting to the point of even her hating the sound of it. Still, if that's what was going to happen, then she might as well be called by her first name. Still, she had to give this better thought, this teaching thing had to be better, you'd expect a person with doctorate degrees to be able to teach something to another person, if not atleast make it reasonable simple to do understand.

For now, Sophia slid in the lone desk and seat, her entire body slumped over the desk as though tired and uninterested in continuing, though some wondered if she might just be able to. It was one thing to teach something, but some students playing around occasionally because they couldn't understand the material, that was worse, using their mutant powers so easily, if only Sophia had such control when she was a kid. Still it could have been worse, atleast she was trying, tomorrow as another day, and if she got lucky, only one or two kids would stick around to ask questions.

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That`s what the physics class felt like.

She was going on and on and on, talking physics-y stuff and assuming everything she was saying was crystal clear for everyone. For a moment, he thought he was seriously stupid or that he missed a class, but when he glanced around at some of his classmates, they all had this same befuddled expression in their faces. One of them even seemed to have drooled on his shirt and it was not just 'teacher hotness' drooling, but 'seriously confused' drooling. It wasn't just Miles, this was a classroom wide epidemic.

A couple of the other students had dared to ask a question, but the answer was more nonsense thrown their way. Some even decided to stop listening since paying attention was just too much work and playing with powers was cooler. Well, not Miles. His mutation was not the sort you play with and he tended to keep his dogs in the hallway outside of the classroom or sometimes in the lobby until he was done with his studies for the day.

When the class was over, some were quick to leave the premises, others shuffled their feet, trying to make sense of what they had just listened to and Miles trailed behind, following the crowd like a stupid sheep.

No. It didn't have to be this way. This woman spoke english or something that sounded a lot like it and there had to be a way for her message to get across and embed itself in his skull.

Miles had already left the classroom but he turned around and walked back to the door. He took a peek in and saw the teacher slumped over her desk, like someone had chlorophormed her or something.

Maybe she was tired. Not just physically but she must have known nothing she was saying was getting through to the class, their faces couldn't keep that reality hidden from her. Was this the right time to interrupt and ask her questions?

"Professor Stratford?" he said, a hint of doubt in his voice, hoping she hadn't fallen asleep. "Can I... ask you something about the class?"

The simple nature of knowing nothing she said was enough to make Sophia want to quit. Her face pressed in to papers on her desk of notes she had even prepared, though anyone looking at them probably thought it was a jumbled collection of ramblings of a crazy, conspiracy nut. At this point, even Sophia wanted to do something else, something perhaps different and entertaining. She could always try to create the double helix with glass again, or there was always the chance to recreate Whisper, one of the few glass horses she had lost when she was a child. In any case, right now, this looked as good as any place to take a nap, but the faint sounds of steps approaching her seemed more necessary than resting. Maybe it was a good time to change glasses, though that might very well be a bad idea when she wasn't that interested or focused.

"Yes… ofcourse… ask away…" part of Sophia's voice was defeated, a sense that someone was asking a question, maybe she could answer it, but if this question had been like others, surely it wouldn't go well. Though there was a part of her that was also rushed, hurried, and optimistic, as though someone sought her knowledge out. Perhaps there was hope. But in raising her head from the desk, a sheet of paper stuck to the side of her head, as though static electricity had glued the page of notes to her cheek. Sophia had lifted her head and spoken, only to realize that the paper was still on her face and grabbing it with hand before throwing back on the desk, the embarrassment not noticed in the redness swelling on her face.

He felt soooo tempted to just ask 'can you explain EVERYTHING you said?', but no, that was likely to get him a glare. The professor seemed tired, almost frustrated, and when she looked at him, her face was covered with a stuck sheet of paper. He repressed a smile, not wanting to frustrate her even more, then immediately looked down to his notes when he had her attention.

All right, where to start?

"Uhm... everyone here knows what fractions are and the skateboarding crowd knows what fractures are..." he started, trying to lighten up the mood a little "but no one knew what fractals were until you mentioned them and they're darn complicated!"

He flipped a page, trying to make sense of the notes he had taken. He couldn't. He had just haphazardly jotted them down without much thought and now they looked a lot like indecipherable doodles.

"My last physics professors made us do problems that went like... uhm... 'Johnny is riding his bike from point A to point B on a slope. If the speed is X and the angle of the slope is yadda yadda...'" he said, waving his hands around trying to fill in the gaps. "He also used normal measurements like feet or inches or miles, he never resorted to things like the Hyakutake comet zipping through the Oort cloud or astronimical units, which are darn big..." he added, trying to get the point across.

All right, maybe it wasn't so much of a question, but more a bit like a complaint? Was that what he was doing? Complaining to the poor, jaded woman who had given it her best and it was just too much for their tiny little brains? The woman was smart, no doubt about that, but she needed to know the limitations of her class.

"I'm sorry" he apologized, one hand behind the back of his head. "I don't mean to complain. You are a brilliant person and teacher, but perhaps... a little too brilliant? We're not morons, but... some of the guys were joking that the Oort cloud sounded like a cosmic fart. That's the level of understanding we had of the whole class."

"Yeah…" the defeated sound of someone who didn't get it at all. Not that she could blame him, her level understanding was the extent that her papers were in scientific journals of real academia, and for her to try to dumb down the knowledge to a high school level was just massively off. It was an unfortunate byproduct of herself thinking she was too good to be a teacher in the first place, multiplied by the sheer fact that she likely was, or just not humble enough to admit she wasn't a good teacher.

"… You would be correct. Not about the Oort Cloud thing, it can kind of be similar to a cosmic fart I suppose, assuming the theories are correct and you could get the ice to stay in a relatively fix orbit around some celestial body and… about the lesson, I mean. I imagine it went over a lot of student's heads," admitting a mistake was the first part, admitting there was a problem was a key factor in figuring out how to fix it. Even this kid's example was fairly simple, not quite how Sophia saw or factored the universe, but still, there were quite a number of variables even in that example. Tires, weight of the object, wind resistance and other factors which naturally children never considered in problems, just the base, most absolutely thing they wanted to find.

"I suppose I need a new direction tomorrow. Maybe I need to study this text book a little bit more before I the next class," still, her voice sounded defeated and annoyed. It was not like Sophia to loose in any sort of fight, but resolved to do better was not on her mind immediately. A blow to the ego of hers was likely knocking out a prize fighter, and one that normally never lost. The fact that Sophia's bruised ego was only compounded by this students comment didn't help either, though she was somewhat resolved. Looking back at her student before her, she wondered aloud, more or less off handed, as though never suspecting a real answer, "What do you want to learn instead?"

What would he like to learn? To put it bluntly, he didn't care too much about what he learnt, what he wanted was to pass the class, preferably with an 'A'. Besides, how could he tell her what he wanted to learn if what they studied was usually things they didn't know about yet?

"Well, certainly not fractals" he said, trying to get his neck off that noose. "Besides, I don't think it's a matter of what we want to learn, it's more of a 'what we need to learn' issue" he said, trying to indirectly let her know sticking to the book was the best course of action. Any other bells and whistles would be too much for them.

Then again, her asking him this, put him in a strange position. It pretty much meant she valued his input which could potentially mean she'd be willing to try a suggestion of his. Sure, she probably believed that he knew what was best for the class, but if you asked the class, they'd probably opt to goof off or do something cool over learning physics. Maybe the two things were not mutually exclusive though. Maybe they could learn physics and do something cool at the same time.

"Okey, how about this?" he asked, palms in the air as he tried to visualize an idea. "All of your students are mutants and most like to use their mutations or see other people's powers in action. How about instead of just writing numbers and formulas, you proved some of these concepts with powers?"

It seemed like a good, fun and interactive idea, but for it to work, you needed a teacher who could actually use their mutation to prove physics concepts and Miles didn't even remember if she had any powers.

"In fact, are you a mutant? I don't think I've ever seen you using your talents if you are one."

"That’s…." more than three seconds to think about it, but the concept was rather astute. Though Sophia rarely considered it or gave it much thought on her own, using her astrophysics do things anyone else could do, she never considered applying it toward her own mutant powers before. Certainly, she understood the nature of how she worked, she'd been a mutant for probably ten plus years, she knew that the constant ringing in her ears was glass nearby, thus the need for ear plugs at night when she slept. She knew when she manipulated it, that it was only because she could sense the glass through her hearing the micro vibrations in the glass as pressure being applied upon it at varying degrees because of wind and other people moving past windows and glass. She knew why her powered worked, never the math behind it, though then again, Sophia only ever used the logic of mechanics, math, and physics to make her own telescopes better, never applying it more so toward her own mutant to explain it in mathematical terms.

"Excuse me for just a second…" leaping from her chair, the closest blackboard, with several strokes of the eraser, the board was mostly cleared whatever scribbles she had penciled in earlier, most of it gone. Now it was being replaced, initially by very simply formulas, ones from the books, but lots more Greek letters than regular letters like 'R', 'X', 'Y', and 'Z'. Greek letters led to strange equations, which led to strange looking symbols, mathematical constants or symbols that did something, but hell if the casual person understood them. Soon, Sophia was taking her own sleeve to erase stuff, never mind the bloody eraser just a foot away from her. A flurry of chalk marks, one after another, until not even she noticed, her large round glasses that covered most of her eyes had slimmed down, refined to a fine pair of rectangular glasses instead, low profile, smart looking, very sharp and otherwise the kind of glasses you'd see an intellectual wearing because indeed, their eyes were ruined from constant reading.

"There… than that… replace the Ɵ with a Ω… what is π doing there, that makes no sense at all… π
needs to be over here instead, that makes more sense," it was like this for maybe a minute, two at most, rambling like it meant some to a normal person. That was until Sophia spun around looking like the crazy conspiracy nut from a movie as they turned to see a non-believer staring at their work. Sophia wasn't crazy, but this boy was something else, "That is a Marvelous idea! It makes sense, it's smart enough for me to not go crazy thinking it's too dumbed down. And at the same time, real world application of physics that otherwise explains a mutant power. Why didn't I think of this before… What's your name? You're getting a mention in my next paper, who are you?!?"

This Sophia was different, where she was indifferent, perhaps even defeated and otherwise uninterested, now she was very excited, quite happy at the discovery, the real world application, it all make sense, and it could. But when she took a step back, she realized she looked like a bit of a crazy person, rationalizing that once again, she knew exactly what she was talking about, but this boy didn't. All her knowledge, and all her logic, it didn't explain what she wrote and certainly she might been speaking a different language, but it meant nothing to anyone else. She needed to take a step back, returning to her black board, placing her hand on top of her work, as though protecting it from would be droplets of water that might otherwise attack it, "Sorry, little excited… Yes, I am a mutant, and this explains my powers. Well most of it, there's some variables that must be worked out, and this doesn't look quite… this explains a portion of my powers."

So... This is what Penny felt like, whenever Sheldon was pulling off any of his brainy shenanigans.

The teenager was dumbfounded as his teacher suddenly went wild with the blackboard. What she wrote looked like gibberish to him, like she was some kind of robot and an error just ocurred in her mainframe, forcing her to write nonsense. He then realized that the written nonsense were very complicated mathematical equations with symbols he didn't even know existed. She was correcting herself aloud, totally ignoring Miles was still there, to the point he considered scooting off before she turned around.

>>"That is a Marvelous idea! It makes sense, it's smart enough for me to not go crazy thinking it's too dumbed down. And at the same time, real world application of physics that otherwise explains a mutant power. Why didn't I think of this before… What's your name? You're getting a mention in my next paper, who are you?!?"

Oh my God. No. Did he give her this idea? All he wanted was to mix powers with theory so the class would be less boring and confusing but now... she had somehow explained mutant powers with physics. Did she...

DID SHE EXPECT THEM TO DO THE SAME WITH THEIR OWN POWERS!?

"I'm... Miles Derek Haxton" he said nervously, tapping the tips of his fingers together. She seemed very happy with what she had just done, compared to the slump of frustration she had been just a few seconds ago. Her formulas somehow managed to explain a portion of her powers and that was good, right? What wasn't good was the implication of her discovery somehow being tied to him.

"Professor Stratford... if you tell my classmates I had something to do with this and expect us to explain our powers as well, they're going to string me up by my privates. As much as you say this explains your mutation, if you show it to anyone, they're going to think you're a chalk manipulator."

"Hardly, " Sophia commented a giggle. No one would know, no one could know, unless they were such that they really wanted to look in depth in to a research paper that was probably lost inside of a scientific journal that probably none of the students in her class would ever know about, atleast not right away. There was a test to see if she could even explain hers, but for now she really need just needed to make sense of this for him, appease his mind and calm him down some, "Your name would be more or less a foot note, the means for which the idea spawned from. Nothing more, though you'd have your name as a foot note in a scientific paper that could or couldn't be published in a hardly known of Scientific journal that only the most hard core of physicists like myself read. Trust me, even if you tried to google my name, you'd have to go to probably page 40 before you ever saw one of my articles. Even then, you usually have to pay to read it. "

"But back to the matter at hand, " spinning behind the desk, she had a small trinket that might work in her purse, a small part of her power that she could keep with her at all time, so just in case she needed to use them, the windows would still be intact. Shuffling past the compact, the make-up pouch, past her wallet, and even the phone, she pulled out what looked like a tennis ball of glass. A kind of pocket version of what probably looked like one of those crystal balls that scammers… fortune tellers looked in to from time to time. Plopping it on the desk, Sophia waited for Miles to take a good look at it, probably thinking her even crazier than before, but never the less, not insane, "This is my power, Hylokinesis…"

Letting the orb of glass rest on the table, Sophia had the ball of glass float upward in to the air, rising just above the desk until it lifted itself more than four or so inches up. Then, from the shape of a sphere, the glass began to change shape entirely, rippling as the pieces of glass built in to orb back to move itself in to new configurations and change, much in the same way you'd warp clay. Soon, the object resembled something more akin to a square, the kind of solid cube that you found in an everyday box or crate. Granted Sophia could change it in to all sorts of stuff, but from a sphere to a box was relatively easy and only took her maybe 10-15 seconds to accomplish. Looking back at Miles, her arms and hands nowhere near the object, she look a very gratified look toward him, "Hylokinesis is the manipulation of glass. I can manipulate glass to float and move on my command, even make it form and change shapes in to what I desire it to, and if I have enough time, I could make just about anything with it. "

"These equations reference the various properties I must manage and control, such as pressure on the glass to shape it accordingly, thermodynamics of the environment, the otherwise natural strength of it, and even the orientation of the forces behind moving it to where I want it to go, such as resisting gravity, or lifting it upward with momentum. There's a lot of physics in my powers, thanks to you, I'll probably spend the next few days trying to refine the calculations and equations that show how I use it properly. But even just the idea of kinetics, the weight of an object and how it travels is probably a decent class to teach perhaps, " though she showed him her gift, she was also rather pleased with it as well. If there was ever a person in the mansion that probably thought themselves better, just because of their mutant gifts, it was likely Sophia. She thought herself the best, if only just because her ability was readily available to her and that such control at this point that how could it not have been the very best ability ever. Though really what she was, was overly prideful in her ability, and probably to a fault.

A footnote? Miles had come up with the IDEA, the core of the concept, the very spark that birthed and created these... these... things that she'd written on the blackboard and all he was getting was a footnote!? Did a check come along with the footnote?

Oh well, truth be told, she had done all the work, he had just nudged her a little. By accident. While talking about something completely unrelated and even trying to avoid responsibility from inspiring her, so he kinda sorta deserved just a footnote.

In the credits page.

In big bold letters.

Preferably in red.

She then went on to physically demonstrate, with a clear and easy to understand example, what her mutation was about: Hylokinesis. She could manipulate glass like it was play-doh without using her hands. The equations explained the whole process of it, the level of control she had over the different forces that allowed her to bend glass to her will. It seemed so easy when she did it that it was hard to believe all those equations were behind it all. For a moment, Miles wondered if there were any physics involved in his mutation as well, but when he thought about it, chances were it was demonic forces at work or something like that instead of physics. He didn't know and he didn't want to know, lest he never manage to sleep well again if he did.

She said she'd spend the next few days working on this, which was promising from the point of view of a teenager who'd rather goof off in class than throw equations around, but then she mentioned kinetics, the weight of objects and their movement as a teaching topic. That seemed much more manageable for their brains than what she had been teaching before.

"Well, anything is better than fractals or calculations on a cosmic scale" he said, sounding relieved.

"That's a very cool mutation you have there, professor and I'm glad I've helped you with it somehow. I really wish mine was a little more manageable, but its actually... borderline creepy."

""I'll have you know, some people like creepy. Everyone likes a good scare once in a while, " though if miles did such to Sophia, she'd certainly find away to make the remainder of his life a living hell of her own. Though that was just Sophia not wanting to be scared, she wasn't overly fearful, but a good scare could only make Sophia retreat from her otherwise overly confident and egotistical personality, to a meek and easily frightened child. Though Sophia was an adult, it took a lot to scare the pants off of her.

"I imagine spending time trying to figure out every student's ability will be impossible. If you can read minds or somehow do something that breaks the laws of nature, then I'm certain I couldn't have a logical way to explain it. Mutant powers are such that they do amazing things by breaking the rules of nature, so by breaking them, we shouldn't be expected to be able to logically or mathematically explain them. But it doesn't mean we can't try, or at least figure out a good way to focus a class around it, " considering this was a great way to explore physics in a meaningful and optimistic way for the students of this mutant school, this was a great stepping stone. She'd probably want to try other people's powers too, simply because if she based it all off her own, then it was going to be a very boring class for some, who probably wouldn’t get the chance to show off or interact with others. Sophia paused as she looked back toward Miles, looking around the class room as thought making sure no one else was visible in the room.

"So what exactly do you do? " questioning Mile's ability, if it was borderline creepy as he said, what was it that he did exactly? Hopefully it was disgusting, Sophia still wanted to be able to look this kid in the eye afterwards.

The classes seemed to be heading in an interesting direction, specially since they would be working physics into their own powers somehow, but that seemed more fun than what they had started with. He couldn't help but feel pleased with how things had turned out, but then she asked him what his mutation was about.

This was a topic Miles had issues revealing, specially to strangers since he felt... ah, who was he kidding? He had told lots of people already, including staff at Xaviers, so she'd find out sooner or later anyway and it'd be better if she heard it from himself instead from some watered down, totally exaggerated version.

"Well, I don't know if there's a name for it, I think it would probably be... dead-o-kinesis? No, that wouldn't be right, since I don't really control them. Well, I do, it's just not like you do. Well, it's..." he stuttered and hesitated as he tried to find out the right way to sugar coat raising the dead and not make himself look like some evil necromancer.

"Oh, wait, I've got an idea" he said, as he turned his head towards the open door of the classroom and whistled, while giving a mental command to Astor, so he'd come into the room.

The large boxer dog poked his head in from the hallway and entered as commanded. He was pitch black, bigger than any ordinary boxer dog and his eyes had an unnatural red glow to them. His behavior was also very controlled, like he was very well trained or simply not very dog like. The animals had had different reactions on the people who'd met them. Some regarded them with fear, others tolerated them and just noticed there was something off about them and others simply liked them and couldn't care less about their stoic attitude.

"This is Astor!" he said, trying to put some excitement in his voice as he still struggled to make his mutation seem, well... good. "He is... was my dog from when I was little and he... kind of died right in my lap. Then my mutation kicked in, totally by accident mind you and without me really wanting it to and all of a sudden... I had brought him back."

He tried making it seem like a 'good deed' from his part, even excusing himself by clarifying it had been involuntary, but It was obvious the dog had returned from the dead pretty much changed. She was a bright girl, though. She'd figure that out.

Listening to Miles speak to his abilities, trying to make it as scientific as possible didn't work in his favor. This was a kid that looked like he enjoyed skateboarding or one of those new fangled gadgets that kids liked these days, not someone who would be relatively capable of explaining his powers in a single word. But there was a whistle and the sort of sound that Sophia didn't like, loud sharp ones. Perhaps unknown to Miles, but Sophia's powers fed off of hearing things; her ears weren't overly powerful or strong, but sharp noises interfered with her powers and as he did so, the cube of glass Sophia had carefully crafted seemed to crack, as though she were unnerved by the noise.

But if she was unnerved by the noise, she was deadly afraid of what came out. This was a dog, Sophia didn't like animals, or atleast wasn't a big friend of Dogs at all. Anything which was bigger than Sophia and could possibly do great deals of harm wasn't Sophia's friend, but this one was even bigger than normal dogs. Even its eyes seemed fearsome, as those red globes looked around for a moment before locking on to Sophia, like was a potential target. Sophia wasn't sure how to address such a creature, short of backing up away from the desk and toward the wall, making sure the dog was between the desk.

It was then that Sophia heard Miles's ability, a kind of Necromancy she could best put it, and the look on her face was part fascination, but even more so concern. This was a person who treaded on sacred grounds, and not that Sophia believed the text or scriptures, but she did consider that something great than herself existed. Perhaps some cosmic being or afterlife did exist, but if it did, bringing something back from life was a big taboo and one she did not like having to consider at all. Best Sophia could do at this point was look in vague interest, trying her best to not look too scared, but she was backing up against the wall, and she focused on her cube of glass, as well all the glass in the room, hoping she wouldn't have to pull any from its frames, "Ni..nice… dog. I guess that makes you some kind of… necro… black magic… sorta… I imagine your power is more biological then physics related… "

He was patting the dog on its unflinching head as he pretended to make him seem tame and totally harmless, but when he turned to see Professor Stratford, she had put some distance between them and her words were starting to sound less sure of themselves. She was trying to hide it, but apparently she had fallen in the 'regarded them with fear' category. Miles instincts in this case were usually trying to defuse people's fears, specially if they were people he had to deal with on a day to day basis.

"Oh, yeah... well, no... I'm... not really sure myself. I don't think there's any black magic in it or anything of the sort, I just know it happens and I can't help it" he said, once again trying to excuse himself. He placed a hand behind his back as he kept on trying to explain the little he knew about his own genes. "I guess it's not really physics related but... I'm not a necro anything, really. I'm pretty much average and this mutation thing just popped into my life one day."

Noticing the dog's presence wasn't exactly welcome in the room, he tried to 'silly him up' a little.

"Look, there's even a telepathy thing of sorts in the mix as well, since he can understand everything I tell him with my mind."

Miles placed his fingers in his head as if he were concentrating on a mental order. He really didn't need to do that or say his orders aloud, but he did it for his teacher's sake.

"Moonwalk!"

The dog started moving his legs in a weird, unnatural way, but pretty much accomplishing what Miles intended. He started moving backwards while he looked like he was going forward, until his butt crossed the door first and eventually the entire animal was out of the room.

Opening both arms in a 'taadaa!' fashion, Miles simply exclaimed: "See! Nothing to be afraid of!"

Fear was not a state of being for Sophia, she considered herself a queen bee, and everyone else loyal subjects she was letting in to her space to enjoy her company. Not quite that bad, but in some cases it had been, but this sense of fear and excitement in her body was not something she liked. She was far more used to calm and collected means of communication, debate and discussion, logic and facts, her being right and other agreeing to it. Miles's pet dog notwithstanding, this was a very strange mutation that she couldn't quite source our properly, and if she was going to, she'd have to overcome her fear of dogs that were bigger than her. Like that was going to happen any time soon…

"Necromancy… it's an old fantasy style magic that resolves re-animating… bringing back something from the dead to do as you please. Sounds a lot like that, but then again I'm just guessing," mutations were different, who knew how the physics of the human brain worked and why telepaths could what they could do. Why not the same for telekinetic people, or those who grew wings and fur, Sophia couldn't explain it, but she knew the idea of mutations were the breaking of natural laws of nature. Humans didn't grow wings or fur, nor could the freeze temperature or walk through walls, thus mutants naturally broke these rules, simply through genetics, not any purpose or desire on their own.

But then, Miles commanded the beast to do the moonwalk, a very old dance step that was only made famous and popularized by a famous singer. Hearing it only reminded Sophia of a horrible joke she'd heard in the past, something about a young black man eventually becoming a rich white woman, and that it could only happen in America. Regardless, it was a tasteless joke she dare not repeat with children present, and the more relevant fact that this dog was doing a mock version of the moonwalk was perhaps the impressive part. A dog wasn't exactly designed to go backwards, they could, but they weren't necessarily meant to move backwards easily, moving backwards never is, so the beast did it's utter best to do it, and in the process, did something resembling it, if not recreating what it might look like; if you were a dog, "That's… different. I didn't think your generation was aware of the dance move."