"In my world they call us mutants." He holds out his hand and the spoon stands on its end and then spins. And then ties itself in a knot. "We all have different abilities. From what I've seen here, people with... special skills exist with many different names."

He grabs the spoon out of the air. "And most of them come from worlds where the population of normal people oppress them in some way. They have to hide what they are or they have to work for the state or they're taught to be ashamed of what they are and what they can do."