An office worker seeking enlightenment is granted the strangest superpower ever.

Fred Anderson sat cross-legged on a dune in the Nevada desert. The pale white flesh of his naked body was starting to burn, despite the liberal coat of sunscreen he had applied. His bare head was in particularly bad shape, its sensitive skin unaccustomed to the sun. The toupee that usually covered it lay just forward of his right knee, the last vestment he had stripped from himself. Fred had sand in his crack and his right testicle had shifted into an untenable position for meditation.

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