the extrinsics

"We don't mean anything to them." He spat, rolling his eyes, hatred clear in his tone. "We are just accidents to them. We weren't supposed to happen. We're just a bunch of lousy kids who got their genes all mixed up in the wrong way."

"You don't know that-"

"Yes I do. One time I saved an old lady from getting hit by a car and you know what she did? She glared me dead in the eye and said 'Never touch me again you filthy extrinsic.'"

There was a long pause as I waited for him to regain his composure.

"That's it." I whispered.
"What?"

"Extrinsics. We'll call ourselves. The Extrinsics."