I hate running. The thought wasn't mine. Or at least it wasn't solely mine. The walls in my mind dividing the three of us were the thinnest of paper screens and unless we were very careful, even the lightest thought bled through. Careful didn't apply to…

I don't know me now but I remember what I used to be. I was one of them, a super. Notice that I didn't say hero, though some people certainly thought of me as one. I was the Operator, named after the switchboard connectors of the first half of the twent…