Taylor - Skill point value meanings

Maybe I should have accepted Kaiser's offer of joining. It would be much easier to kill them all from the inside rather than struggling with scraps of information.

I couldn't, though, for multiple reasons. First and foremost, I could never join the organization that had killed my father. It would be repugnant to me, and I'd hate myself for it.

Likely they would be suspicious of me, and they'd keep a close watch on me. If every place they showed me ended up getting hit shortly afterwards, well, they weren't all stupid.

Also, they'd probably want me to do some terrible thing to blacks or Asians as part of the initiation. They wouldn't pick someone I wouldn't mind hurting, like Sophia either. It'd be someone innocent.

I was already straining my morality to its limits with this whole murder quest. I couldn't justify hurting innocents, at least not without a very good reason.

FOR GOOD DECISION MAKING, YOUR WISDOM IS INCREASED BY ONE POINT.

Hmm.

So, I couldn't add points to wisdom myself, but good decisions would help. That brought my wisdom up to an 8, which was a little disturbing considering that the average person had a 10, and anything over 22 was considered superhuman. Scores over twenty were reserved for Stephen Hawking types, Olympic gymnasts, and other Olympic athletes. They were the best in the non-parahuman world.

Scores of twenty were the best in a nation.

My power had a handy little benchmark chart so that I could make better decisions about where to allocate points. It was something I was grateful for.

My sixteen-dexterity put me as gifted. An eighteen would be an Olympic hopeful.

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