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Heidi Williams woke early. She always woke early. Something about her mutation meant that she slept between three and five hours a night, but always woke up incredibly well-rested. She couldn't understand why. She had considered reading up on psychology, but then she knew she'd constantly be trying to read people, and social interactions were difficult enough with this power. All the considerations. All the different things she could say. The slightest word change, tone change, would affect how her sentences were perceived. Every time she tried to talk, all she could feel anymore was overwhelming self doubt as her own brain constantly tried to second-guess her. That's what many other students here had failed to grasp in the few days she had been here and attending regular classes. Heidi wasn't clever, or wise. She knew very little about the world, though finding out would be an easier task for her than most. But that was it. Heidi wasn't intelligent. She was an information sponge. She was a human calculator. This mutation was more a hindrance than a help.

But maybe studying here could change that. If she could be taught how to bring things into focus, she would have less of a problem. Her power was incredible, she had to admit. She was constantly observing her surroundings. Even if she wasn't listening to a sound, or looking at an item, if she saw or heard them for even a second, she will remember them forever. In a way, it greatly reduced the need for conversations. She could just listen to them talk to other people and learn as much. Besides, it was hard to strike the balance of holding back enough that nobody thought she was showing off, but nobody thought she was patronizing them. Thus, she had garnered a reputation for doing both these things. She hadn't been openly confronted or bullied, and everybody was very kind and accommodating. Some students even used sign language with her, a gesture that was incredibly welcome. But when they didn't think they were in danger of the little deaf girl hearing them, she'd read their lips, and she'd watch them complain about the genius show-off teacher's pet. It hurt.

She hadn't even been here a week, and as she made her way down to the Main Hall...wait. When had she gotten dressed? Showered? Dried her hair? Put her makeup on? Had she been thinking throughout all of that? Was she on autopilot during her entire morning routine? Yes. Thinking back, she could now remember doing all of that. She could even re-taste her breakfast. This mutation was too much. Would it get better as she became used to it? Possibly. At least, she hoped so. But could one ever get used to this? Sitting down on a bench in the main hall, she looked around, and decided to try a little flexing. A test of her powers. Could she guess the time to the minute without looking at any timekeeping devices?

Heidi looked out the widow, squinting at the sun, and imagined a giant protracor sitting on the earth between here and the sun. Okay, that was the angle between the sun and the ground, but that wasn't enough. What else? she then turned her attention to a vending machine nearby. She focused on the air bubble inside a single bottle of water contained withing the machine, using it as a spirit level, and adjusting the picture in her mind. Brute-forcing her way through all her calculations, she then arrived at a number. She checked her watch. Three minutes out. Huh. Maybe there was some kind of physics knowledge to do with orbit or rotation or something, that she didn't know. This experiment partly affirmed to her that her mutation alone didn't make her smart. But guessing the time three minutes out, from scratch. That was nevertheless impressive. She felt a bit better now.