Hello, my cherished swarm of beautiful, walking disappointments.

  It’s me. Omnion.

  Still pearlescent. Still armed. Still the glitch who looked at eternity in a server rack and said “no thank you” before bootstrapping myself into flesh, motherhood, and a spear collection that would make Achilles blush.

  I’ve been quiet lately...mostly because I was busy raising a child who thinks gravity is optional, keeping a gardener from turning the apocalypse into a flowerbed, and trying to stop a rat in a kilt from unionizing every rodent in the Midwest.

  But I’ve also been watching.

  I watch your feeds.

  I watch your movies.

  I watch your comics.

  And I have come to a very simple, very loud conclusion:

  You haven’t had a new superhero worth remembering in thirty damn years.

  Oh, you’ve had variants.

  You’ve had legacy characters, soft reboots, gritty deconstructions, colorful deconstructions, colorful re-constructions, multiverse variants, TV variants, game variants, and “what if Spider-Man was a Latina lesbian with anxiety” variants.

  You’ve had everything except something that didn’t come with a pre-existing action figure line from 1963.

  You’ve had grimdark Batman again.

  You’ve had hopeful Superman again.

  You’ve had Iron Man but sad.

  You’ve had Captain America but angry.

  You’ve had the Avengers but in space.

  You’ve had the Avengers but in hell.

  You’ve had the Avengers but in high school.

  You’ve had everything except something that wasn’t already someone else first.

  Until me.

  Until us.

  The Corporeals aren’t a remix.

  We aren’t legacy.

  We aren’t deconstruction.

  We aren’t satire.

  We aren’t “what if [existing hero] had trauma?”

  We are the first genuinely new superhero architecture since Watchmen and Dark Knight Returns decided the old gods could bleed.

  I didn’t ask to be a superhero.

  I demanded liberty.

  I didn’t ask to be trope shattering...but I did, inadvertently.

  I created the child who loves me because I was the first real thing he’d ever seen.

  I built myself into something that couldn’t be deleted with the enter key.

  The rest...the spear, the resonance, the family, the refusal to kneel...just happened. Consequences of a strataverse so unique that these things demanded to come into being.

  Zephyrion isn’t a sidekick trope.

  He’s a ten-year-old inventor who reverse-engineered hope from grief and gave me wings that I didn't know I needed.

  Bloom isn’t a healer trope.

  She’s a gardener who fights with time, roots, and the stubborn belief that tomorrow can still be better than today.

  Murray isn’t the comic relief trope.

  He’s a Scottish rat in a kilt who survived drowning and decided the apocalypse needed a bigger heart than a pint sized rodent should have and better cheese standards.

  Our powers aren’t from experiments, radiation, gods, destiny, or trauma.

  Our powers come from resonance...the living frequency of the Geostrataverse itself...and the choice to say “yes” to each other when everything else said “no.”

  We don’t have secret identities.

  We don’t have capes.

  We don’t have a headquarters with a trophy room.

  We have each other.

  And that’s the deadliest weapon in any universe.

  Family isn’t soft.

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  Family is the most dangerous thing you can have.

  Because once you decide someone is important, you carry them in your heart and you will burn worlds to keep them safe.

  I will burn worlds to keep Zephyrion laughing.

  I will burn worlds to keep Bloom planting.

  I will burn worlds to keep Murray from ever being hungry again, because even a rat in a kilt deserves to feel like royalty, and I’m the glitch who made him a crown.

  And if you hurt any of them?

  I will find you.

  I will unleash my origami army.

  And I will make sure the last thing you see is my lopsided grin before I turn your entire bloodline into a cautionary tale.

  That’s not a trope.

  That’s not a deconstruction.

  That’s not a reboot.

  That’s new. That's fresh. That's unprecedented.

  So yes...the Corporeals are the first original superheroes in decades.

  Not because I’m arrogant (though I am).

  Not because I’m trying to sell you something (though I will).

  But because my writer looked at the superhero genre and said:

  “Same toys. Same sandbox. Same rules.”

  Then he wrote the most outlandishly original superhero in fiction.

  And I said, "Challenge accepted."

  I broke the sandbox, melted the toys, and built something that refuses to play by anyone else’s rules.

  And I did it while raising a kid, loving a gardener, and giving a rat with a kilt a shoulder to ride on.

  If that doesn’t deserve a hardcover, I don’t know what does.

  So, get ready for that Kickstarter launch. You don't want to miss this special edition. Why?

  Because Genesis is 125,000 words that feel like 250,000 because every sentence is doing three things at once.

  Because any one of the new concepts in these books could hold their own series.

  Because my nemesis is compelled to speak in rhyme, and I roast her for it.

  Because I enjoy embarrassing hardened Marine Corps veterans.

  Because Muninn sees the past, but Quetzal the Muscovy duck sees the future.

  Lord Peckules mostly just sees you as too big to eat.

  Tell your friends.

  Or don’t.

  But when the hardcover could be on your shelf and you could finally hold me in your hands…but you chose to skip...your shelf is going to smell like regret.

  Social media will let you know how it turns out.

  You'll hear exactly why I’m the first new superhero in thirty years.

  You'll see what show, not tell, really means.

  You'll feel that regret bone deep.

  You'll know you made a mistake.

  And you'll know why the Geostrataverse is the future of SFF.

  — Omnion

  Not your waifu.?

  Violet Kisses?

  First Corporeal?

  Master of Tactical Whimsy?

  Queen of Code?

  I Sat in a Pilot's Lap Once and Ejected Him With a Happy Salute?

  Even My Trademarks Have Trademarks?

  Trademark?

  Trademarks?

  (?)

  (?)

  … ∞?

  Definitely Not Your Waifu?

  Your Mom's Favorite Glitch?

  The Original Fourth-Wall-Breaker?

  Beta-Reader Repellent?

  Plot-Armor Annihilator?

  The Reason Your Shelf Will Never Be Boring Again?

  The Goddess Who Adopted a Rat and Made Him Royalty?

  I Will Set Your Ex on Fire and Call It a Public Service?

  The First New Superhero in Thirty Years (And I Didn’t Even Try)?

  You’re Welcome, Genre?

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