“It was an honor and pleasure to speak with you today,” Devon said with a grin from the podium. “The Z Generation has a chance to bring balance and harmony to a chaotic world struggling between naturalism and technology, diversity and unification, humanity and mutantcy. You take steps today to not only better yourself but our society, one that is global and open. Thank you for letting me continue to share in that and welcome, Class of 2021!”

Faculty, administration, and students alike clapped for the young gentleman on stage. True, many were eager to enjoy their first night of college life partying before the real work load started, but Devon was pleased to see those happy faces that felt welcome and free to be themselves for the first time. Not everyone came from the open, liberal community that New York City and the northeast especially enjoyed. There were likely bigots and genetophobes here, but NYU had its mission statement and its laws. Differences were embraced.

“Madame President,” Devon gestured to the president of the University as he stepped away and found his seat. She closed the welcome quickly, thanking all the speakers and the attendees. A new fall semester had begun!

Devon pulled back on his grey sport coat, shook a few hands, and eagerly indulged in some conversation with those around him. One was an academic many years his senior in experience, a sociologist working on a book. They’d talk later over dinner. Another was a student who wanted to volunteer at Sanctuary. There was the young woman with a row of gem-like eyes who merely wanted to say thanks for talking on mutant rights. It was an enriching experience for the soul if nothing else.

Celeste was in the very large crowd of NYU. Typically, Celeste would avoid these type of anxiety riddled situations - everyone all smooched together like sardines in a can. It was uncomfortable. But, when she got the email from NYU with a very interesting key note speaker, she knew she had to come. She wanted to hear more about the topic from an actual person in the field, who has some experience in it- she had read plenty of books about it, of course, but to hear it from someone was amazing. It seemed like a really interesting topic, especially considering the harsh currents of the times.

Celeste jumped up with, well, pretty much everyone else in the stadium. She saw a few disgruntled looks, clearly a bit nervous about his speech. The vast majority loved it, though, including Celeste. The only problem was that Celeste wasn't even a student at NYU yet. She was planning on applying her for the spring semester (which, actually, she made a mental note to do that ASAP considering she was sure the deadlines were either coming up or past.) She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to be allowed into the large stadium that had hundreds of young adults, faculty, administration, and guest speakers.

But here she was, impressed with the whole affair. She even had a little notepad that she had jotted down notes & questions she might ask. Did he feel like mutants would eventually overtake humans? Vice versa? Or would they somehow all manage to live alongside each other? How did he feel that technology that could be used against mutants or humans? What about the registration act? Could something like that happen again, wasn't there some type of tech used against mutants at the time? Being from Canada, she honestly didn't know much about the registration act. So many questions. How could she even get up to talk with him?

As the students began to file out, she hung around, quietly standing off to the side, waiting to get a chance to speak with Devon. There seemed to be a ton of people hovering around him, but it seemed to slowly be trickling out. She was kinda patient - so she stayed to the side, waiting to get a chance to speak with him. Hopefully he would notice her hanging around, otherwise, it was going to be a sore surprise. She was pretty darn excited! 

Notice her Devon did. When people rushed up to say hello – and certainly Devon was glad they did as he enjoyed public speaking – you did tend to note those that hung back. Maybe it was psychological study, but you tended to look beyond the immediate, obvious and read between the lines or behind the obvious. Someone might be angry but if you realized they’d worked 3 shifts straight on little sleep and they’d not eaten all day, it was easier to help disarm the situation.

A petite young blond with bright blue eyes who cared enough to bring a notebook and hung out after as the crowds milled about? That got Devon’s attention. All were dashing off home to families or collegiate parties. But here was someone with care and patience. It was a bit intimidating actually. He needed to have more substance than simple wishes of a balanced society. If he wanted to encourage others in such activity, then he needed more than pretty words and a wide smile.

“Hello,” he said with a quick nod and a small smile. “I hope I haven’t kept you long,” the smile grew to a grin. “I noticed you waiting and figured anyone who waits for me, I owe them a great deal. I’m Devon.”

His blue eyes met hers as he regarded her carefully. He didn't recognize her, and she was certainly younger than he but not by much. He himself was young compared to most he worked with, but then his visits to NYU would gradually see his time march on and young faces remain here in study.

Celeste re-read her notes as she waited for the others to disperse, particularly hoping none of her questions would make her look like an idiot. She thought they were fairly substantial questions, she wondered if they were too basic. It was a bit too late for any take backs or changing her questions now. He was walking right up to her.

She gulped a little, her eyes meeting his blue eyes. They were very intense. He had a very friendly, yet professional demeanor about himself. She wondered if he was from New York or came here from somewhere else. In either case, introductions time!

>> " “I hope I haven’t kept you long. I noticed you waiting and figured anyone who waits for me, I owe them a great deal. I’m Devon.” 

She gave him a big grin, "Oh no, not at all. I was just waiting for everyone to clear out. I'm not the biggest fan of crowds." She fumbled with her notebook, putting in between her left arm as she reached out to shake Devon's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Devon. I'm Celestina, but you can call me Celeste. Less of a mouth full," she gave a playful grin. Her face turned more serious as she began to pre-emptively phrase her next few sentences, "I was actually wondering if you wouldn't mind me following up with some questions on your speech? I have some books that are similar in nature and have read about you since I received the email about you speaking for NYU. I'm really interested in your thoughts and concerns about some things." She paused, realizing she was rambling a little bit, "If you have time, of course. I'm sure you're pretty busy."

She didn't want to interfere with his schedule, so she felt obligated to offer him a way out if he needed to or did not want to speak with her. She was pretty shocked about how young he was - it was a bit harder to him clearly all the way in the back and the live camera films rarely showed his full face or camera. The cameras seemed to focus more on the student body, the dean, and such. There was definitely going to be some articles in the news about his speech and the welcoming that NYU provided to their new class. 

The girl returned his grin and mentioned the dislike of crowds. Devon nodded a little at that. Much like a thunderstorm, it was hard for most people not to feel swallowed up or carried away by a crowd. Even a person comfortable with such often let the mood of a room influence them. Humanity was a social species after all.

>> "It's nice to meet you, Devon. I'm Celestina, but you can call me Celeste. Less of a mouth full,"

Devon returned the handshake with a quick nod, “Nice to meet you Celeste.”

She had questions for him! Well that was exciting. Really nice to see or hear someone that engaged. He was interested to hear what books she was reading that were related to their topic today as well. He blushed slightly at the mention of her reading up on him. He couldn’t be surprised at that now, but it was still pleasing to hear someone wanted to learn about you. Hopefully it was for the right reasons, even if the person disagreed.

The pause was something he recognized in himself. She stopped and took a moment to collect her thoughts. He often did the same when he found himself excitedly rambling. Devon’s grin brightened and it showed in the small creases that crept around his eyes.

>> "If you have time, of course. I'm sure you're pretty busy."

“Certainly,” Devon said warmly. “I can now or we can find some time we’re both free. Did you want to talk now?” He gestured to a row of now empty seats to the side of the stage. “We can take a walk if you prefer, especially if you prefer a more private venue.” There was always the possibility she wanted to discuss things with fewer ears listening.

Celeste hated crowds but this was going to be worth enduring the what seemed like thousands of people. Or at least, she hoped it would be worth it. It seemed like it based off his speech and her previous research of him. Hmm, actually, hopefully he didn't think she was a total creep or anything. It didn't seem like he did - but she didn't really know him, so he could just be really great at being nice.

Introductions complete! First part of the mission was a success. She noticed his smile at her rambling, which made her feel a lot less nervous. At least he could relate to her in some way, thought it was endearing, or funny, or anything besides just crazy, random, ditsy blonde girl. 

>> “I can now or we can find some time we’re both free. Did you want to talk now? We can take a walk if you prefer, especially if you prefer a more private venue.” 

She nodded and gave him a smile, "Do you mind a walk? It helps keep my gears turning in my head." Wow. Did she really just say that? She shook her head to herself. Welp, he probably definitely thought she was some crazy, ditsy blonde girl now. It wasn't that she didn't mind if individuals heard their conversation but she wanted him to be honest with her. Sometimes crowds can make people feel like they need to sugarcoat things, exaggerate, or whatever. 

Once they began to walk away from the crowd, she decided she would begin her interrogation. "So, I think my biggest question is about humanity and mutantcy. What's your personal opinion on the power struggle going on? do you think we'll actually become egalitarian, everyone treated equal or do you think one group will end up dominating the other? Do you think there will be more... Advanced forms of the META bots show up from more 'mysterious' donors? Anyways, most importantly, how do you feel about the current relation between mutants and humans?" She realized she was probably asking too many questions, too quickly so she began to slow down. They weren't even out of the stadium yet and she had already bombarded him. So much for her initial reasoning behind taking a walk.


Being from Canada and only now being exposed to META bots and deep culture between mutants and humans, she was a bit in the dark. She needed to know as much as she could regarding the situations in the cities. 

>> "Do you mind a walk? It helps keep my gears turning in my head."

“Yeah, I’m the same way,” Devon said with a grin. “I start almost every morning with a jog in the park for that reason.” He gestured away from the stage to one of the exterior-leading doors at the end of a row of seats. It didn’t take more than a few breaths for her to lead into a few questions. She was excited!

Devon blinked his eyes a few times and grinned anew. A chuckle was in his words as he said, “Wow okay. Easy questions then.” He laughed outright as he held the door for Celeste and out to the fresh air they went. It was cooler than it had been most nights. Summer was dwindling down to autumn, something Devon was thankful for. He enjoyed every season but there was something magical about autumn in the northeast.

“Here we can take one of the paths that wander around the park,” he guided, knowing his way around the campus pretty well now. Washington Square Park wasn’t Central Park but it was one of the few green spaces in NYU’s immediate area unless you went over to Mercer.

“Things are tense now,” he started, nodding slowly. “Society at large is starting to accept mutants more because they’re learning, seeing more of us. We’re friends, family. The media has given a view into what hatred and fear is doing to us. The bombing of the mutants’ homeless shelter in Odessa saw to that. Places like Sanctuary here in the city show what could be instead.”

He half-frowned and half-smiled, “But that’s easy in liberal New York. What about in Mississippi? Parts of Africa facing their own internal troubles? Religiously strict regions of the middle east?” He nodded and smiled, “It’s going to take time, but we’re getting there. I think there is indeed some sort of egalitarian society. Some of it is people becoming better, more understanding but laws and global support is another side of it. Eventually anti-mutant hate speech will be treated like any other form of discriminatory talk. Action as well, but in the mean time we might indeed see more dangers like stronger META-like bots. There’s push and pull on all side.”

“We need to remember who’s in the middle though: the common man or woman. That’s where that fear comes back in. Even the common mutant can’t protect themselves from a gun or an angry mob. Those with obvious physical characteristics? I can’t imagine. I can hide mine behind sunglasses when I need to. We need to combat fear with education and protection through the law. And see it enforced.”

>>“I start almost every morning with a jog in the park for that reason.”

Celeste grinned. She wished she had more time to go jogging, and especially hiking. She loved hiking. Between work, getting started with her last semester of school, and volunteering at the library - she had a bit of a full plate. Being unfamiliar with the campus, Celeste show to follow him and his instructions.

>> “Society at large is starting to accept mutants more because they’re learning, seeing more of us. We’re friends, family. The media has given a view into what hatred and fear is doing to us. The bombing of the mutants’ homeless shelter in Odessa saw to that. Places like Sanctuary here in the city show what could be instead.

Ah, the media. That by itself was a pretty sensitive topic in the world - with the 'mainstream' versus 'not' and what not. Fake news and everything else. It was an interesting time to be alive, that was for sure. Bad things sometimes had to happen for good things to happen or something like that. 

>> “But that’s easy in liberal New York. What about in Mississippi? Parts of Africa facing their own internal troubles? Religiously strict regions of the middle east? It’s going to take time, but we’re getting there. I think there is indeed some sort of egalitarian society. Some of it is people becoming better, more understanding but laws and global support is another side of it. Eventually anti-mutant hate speech will be treated like any other form of discriminatory talk. Action as well, but in the mean time we might indeed see more dangers like stronger META-like bots. There’s push and pull on all side.”
 
He had a great point. At least in New York, there was a community - an acceptance of mutants, minorities, etc. That was her ultimate question - the push and pull, she realized. How would continue to push for mutant rights (along with other minority rights) be pushed back by the, well, bigots? How far would they go...? That was something that he probably didn't have the answer too, though, so it wasn't something she was going to ask. 

>> “We need to remember who’s in the middle though: the common man or woman. That’s where that fear comes back in. Even the common mutant can’t protect themselves from a gun or an angry mob. Those with obvious physical characteristics? I can’t imagine. I can hide mine behind sunglasses when I need to. We need to combat fear with education and protection through the law. And see it enforced.”
 
Kinda sounded like we needed some type of U.N. resolution against countries that were against us - but then again, so many were already against us and so many other people. Celeste sighed, deep in thought over his opinions. She had hope that he was right - we'd eventually reach some type of egalitarian society, where mutants and humans could live side by side and prosper.

She nodded, he was right. "A lot of it seems that we need to get people out of poverty and get them a real education... The META bots, they have scanners of the X-Gene on them, right? What do you think 'advanced' means? Do you think more schools like Xavier's will show up around the globe?" She was kinda surprised there wasn't more of them, but on the other hand, maybe it made sense they were pretty selective. 

Devon appreciated someone who not only grinned while they listened, but really heard what he was saying. If you wanted to do speaking engagements, then you needed to make time for anyone eager to talk with you. Also, she let him ramble on too.

>> "A lot of it seems that we need to get people out of poverty and get them a real education... The META bots, they have scanners of the X-Gene on them, right? What do you think 'advanced' means? Do you think more schools like Xavier's will show up around the globe?"

His eyed widened in appreciation as they turned their first bend into a small copse of trees. The rest of the park was still visible, but it was nice to see the green around you. There was something about nature that gave you a place to think. Devon was happy to hear Celeste had a few thoughts to share too.

“Fighting poverty should be a key goal for any government, let alone humanity at large. You’re right that education helps to do so,” he nodded. “The real problem is how do you actual feed the world, ensure a safe home, healthcare… And then make education readily available. You’ve got to promise survival and basic needs before many will worry about education.”

A brief chuckle and a sigh followed. “The META bots are there for societal safety, but nothing’s perfect as we hear regularly in the news. I’ve had a few problems with them,” he nodded slowly. “Advanced should mean better at handling problems with less errors, safer standards, but I think we both know there will be more advanced dangers too. Knowing where they came from and who’s programming them is important.”

Devon smiled, thinking for a quick moment. “And back to education, yes I think more schools like Xavier’s will come to be. It’s a matter of time. I hope more higher places of learning will cooperate to make that possible. Universities doing so is a start.”

“Might I ask what you’re planning to study here?”

Celeste sighed and scanned the green park, appreciating it's beauty. It'd be turning into a bunch of colors soon as fall approached. That would make it even more beautiful. It was a good day to go through the park. 

>> “Fighting poverty should be a key goal for any government, let alone humanity at large. You’re right that education helps to do so, The real problem is how do you actual feed the world, ensure a safe home, healthcare… And then make education readily available. You’ve got to promise survival and basic needs before many will worry about education.”

She nodded but smirked. It was getting better, but governments still weren't doing enough to address it, at least not globally. She didn't have a lot of optimism that the governments of the world would make it so people would be fed, have a home, and have decent healthcare. Heck, the U.S. couldn't even get it's people healthcare. That was one thing she missed about Canada - not having to worry about breaking a leg or something. 

>>  “The META bots are there for societal safety, but nothing’s perfect as we hear regularly in the news. I’ve had a few problems with them. Advanced should mean better at handling problems with less errors, safer standards, but I think we both know there will be more advanced dangers too. Knowing where they came from and who’s programming them is important"

She nodded. As far she could tell, Canada didn't have META bots. She wasn't even sure if other cities or countries had them. "It was an anonymous donor, right? Does any other cities or countries have them? They are very buggy... Does the police even know who did it?" She thinks she remembered noticing a police announcement that they did, but she honestly couldn't remember. She bit her lip as they walked, "And what about the rip? Do you have any idea what is going on the other side? What kinda timeline they have?" It gave her goosebumps to think there might be another her on the other side.

>>  “And back to education, yes I think more schools like Xavier’s will come to be. It’s a matter of time. I hope more higher places of learning will cooperate to make that possible. Universities doing so is a start. Might I ask what you’re planning to study here?”

She nodded. That was good to hear, "Maybe universities will start setting up their own ones?" She turned a little red. When she first moved here from Canada, she had known what she wanted - but now that she was here and with all the changes, she had no idea what she wanted to do. "I... Originally, before I moved here, wanted to be a radiologist." She rubbed the back of her hair, sighing, "But now, I'm not really sure. I've thought... About a few other fields, but I'm not sure what I'd really fit into." She shrugged slightly. 

>> "It was an anonymous donor, right? Does any other cities or countries have them? They are very buggy... Does the police even know who did it?"

Devon quirked a brow as a wry grin spread across this face. The girl had done her homework. “I’m not sure, but I think so,” he nodded. “If not, it’s pretty irresponsible to simply utilize them without knowing the full extent of their programming. Of course, I’m no programmer.”

>> "And what about the rip? Do you have any idea what is going on the other side? What kinda timeline they have?"

“Yes and no,” Devon said quickly.

>> "I... Originally, before I moved here, wanted to be a radiologist." She rubbed the back of her hair, sighing, "But now, I'm not really sure. I've thought... About a few other fields, but I'm not sure what I'd really fit into."

Devon chuckled. The girl even rubbed the back of her head with a mixture of amusement, modesty, and thought. She had very much his own mannerisms. “Honestly, you sound like a sociologist, cultural anthropologist, or if I may be so bold: political activist,” he grinned. “And I’d encourage you on all of it.” He didn’t know she was from Canada but a foreign national could still rally for change.

“Seriously,” Devon nodded, “I work with quite a few social activists, people fighting for LGBT or mutant rights. International immigration? Education? Healthcare? Imagine a gay, Muslim, black mutant from the middle east trying to survive in this society…” He sighed, shaking his head, “I can’t. Everything must feel like a fight.”

“But I wanted to go back to the rift… It’s very alternate timeline there it seems. I’ve actually met my doppleganger and it was not a pleasant interaction. Be careful,” he warned. “Figuring out how and why it happened are the bigger questions. Do you happen to have an interest in physics too or something?” he grinned as they continued their walk.

>> “I’m not sure, but I think so, If not, it’s pretty irresponsible to simply utilize them without knowing the full extent of their programming. Of course, I’m no programmer.”

She nodded slowly. The META bots freaked Celeste out a bit. She understood the police wanting to keep their officers safe, but at what cost to innocent lives? If a bot freaked out and killed a young mutant, there is no way the mutant community here would allow that slip under the radar. Would they? She nearly thought they would be apart of the rip, but the META bots showed up before the rip did. 

>>“Honestly, you sound like a sociologist, cultural anthropologist, or if I may be so bold: political activist. And I’d encourage you on all of it.”

She grinned and blushed, looking towards her feet. She wasn't entirely sure what'd she be. At least, not anymore. Maybe she could be a sociologist. Wasn't it hard for them to get jobs, though? Besides professory jobs, anyways? She wasn't sure if she'd want to be in school long enough to become a professor. That was a longgg time. Maybe a politician though. "City Councilwoman Celestina De Ward, I can already picture it on the T.V." She chuckled, clearly joking. It was nice to know that he encouraged it though - and he gave her a lot to think about. Maybe being a politician would be kinda fun. Plus, maybe she could actually help people - seemed like lots of politicians couldn't figure out how to do that. 

>>  “I work with quite a few social activists, people fighting for LGBT or mutant rights. International immigration? Education? Healthcare? Imagine a gay, Muslim, black mutant from the middle east trying to survive in this society… I can’t. Everything must feel like a fight"
 
She nodded again. He was right - it had to be terrifying. It was something she wouldn't wish on anybody or anyone. "Hopefully, that'll change over the years." It was something Celeste wanted to believe but didn't have much hope for - and if they wanted to talk about necessities being covered before education, climate change wasn't going to help with their issues.

>> “But I wanted to go back to the rift… It’s very alternate timeline there it seems. I’ve actually met my doppleganger and it was not a pleasant interaction. Be careful, Figuring out how and why it happened are the bigger questions. Do you happen to have an interest in physics too or something?

She nodded, "Wait... Really? What was he like? Is he like you? Like.. How different is it over there? If you don't mind asking, anyways. I mean, a little. It's kinda interesting the effect its going to have in our society... A whole new timeline."

>> "City Councilwoman Celestina De Ward, I can already picture it on the T.V."

Devon nodded with sincere excitement. He could too. Her interests, consideration of the topics, willingness to step forth and ask questions, let alone choosing to talk education and society while her peers went off to party? This girl had a future in social change.

>> "Wait... Really? What was he like? Is he like you? Like.. How different is it over there? If you don't mind asking, anyways. I mean, a little. It's kinda interesting the effect its going to have in our society... A whole new timeline."

Devon sighed into a laugh, “He looked like me, though a bit rougher ‘round the edges…” He smirked, “And certainly similar to me, but chaotic and smarmy. I got the sense he’s either a raging hurricane or an intense heat wave, very rarely anything in between. It seems to me that on the other side of the RIP, life’s been even harder on those people at least if my counterpart if any reflection of life there.”

He cleared his throat, “Here’s a few questions for you councilwoman… Should a criminal from the other side be extradited from our side if requested? Should we grant refuge for anyone seeking it? Are members of the other side still American citizens on our side or are they immigrants?”

>>“He looked like me, though a bit rougher ‘round the edges… And certainly similar to me, but chaotic and smarmy. I got the sense he’s either a raging hurricane or an intense heat wave, very rarely anything in between. It seems to me that on the other side of the RIP, life’s been even harder on those people at least if my counterpart if any reflection of life there.”

She nodded, her face showed serious contemplation, "Hmm... That's interesting. I have read rumors and stuff that it's a bit darker of a timeline than ours. I'm happy I'm here, at the same time it really sucks..." Other than whispers and rumors, she knew nothing concrete about the other timeline. She wasn't sure if she ever wanted to know, "It'd be really weird to meet my other timeline person... I hope I never have too." She admitted honestly, especially if her life was somehow a lot better than this timeline Celeste. 

>>“Here’s a few questions for you councilwoman… Should a criminal from the other side be extradited from our side if requested? Should we grant refuge for anyone seeking it? Are members of the other side still American citizens on our side or are they immigrants?”

She arched a brow, a little surprised. She wasn't expecting him to ask her any questions - she was the one literally fan girling over him. It was a bit embarrassing, honestly, at least until they had gotten into the rhythm of conversation. She pulled some of her hair behind her ear as she thought of an educated response. "Those are some pretty difficult questions. Part of it depends on questions that we really don't have answers for. Ultimately, it depends on the crime. Small crimes, immigration related ones? Nah. Maybe if it was murder, rape, kidnapping, those kind of things." Refugees, that was a pretty sensitive topic in U.S. politics it seemed, she nodded, "A person who needs help still needs help should be able to find refugee wherever they can safely get their family. Whether that is in our timeline or their's, there is no reason to deny and potentially kill innocent people just because of... Well," she paused, thinking of the right words, "space-continuum? Inhabitants of alternate universes? Well, whatever. I think immigrants would be a safer bet. Ultimately, they are from a different America, a different Canada, a different U.K. It isn't a replica of this timeline, so it's not the same."

She paused, thinking a bit more, "The only problem is most likely every person from the other timeline who comes here has someone who is them in this timeline. That kinda throws a wrench in a lot of stuff, I guess. There would need to be some way to tell the difference."

>> "Hmm... That's interesting. I have read rumors and stuff that it's a bit darker of a timeline than ours. I'm happy I'm here, at the same time it really sucks..."

“It’s certainly a warning, a lesson in what might have been or still could be,” Devon said somewhat ominously. The problems they faced there could still be their problems. The behavior of the dopplegangers could still be their behavior. It was a very blunt reminder of what could have been with the other Devon.

Devon posed his questions to Celeste and see considered them carefully. He smiled at her consideration and the ease with which she approached them, even if she was a bit caught off guard. There were lots of details that made these questions not so broad, but of course that’s not how journalists would approach the topics.

>> "The only problem is most likely every person from the other timeline who comes here has someone who is them in this timeline. That kinda throws a wrench in a lot of stuff, I guess. There would need to be some way to tell the difference."

“I think you’ve got the right idea,” Devon nodded, “And you’re thinking like a politician, albeit one who actually cares.” He winked a blue eye, “Not all do. Some just dodge questions. But you can’t apply broad answers or solutions to the world so you certainly can’t to questions like these.

“As for telling the difference between individuals, we may need a scientific way to check. Maybe vibration of cells or something,” he shrugged. “I’m no biologist, though I know a few. Perhaps there’s something in our licenses we can tell the difference between United States. Terrorism is certainly a concern for both countries, and the other America seems to have been far more militantly opposed to mutants. I’m not sure how safe it really is to visit there.”