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approaching. He didn’t know that for a certainty, but the feeling in his gut was building up, pointing in that direction.
Then in the training chamber, he discovered he wasn’t the only one feeling this.
Three of them were in the training chamber. It was a spacious room as such things went aboard the Teleship. Cyrus sat at a table across from Venice. There were three other tables and six chairs altogether. One wall showed a forest scene from Earth, complete with rustling oaks and running squirrels.
Sometimes, during one G acceleration, Cyrus paced the length of the room: fourteen strides. He’d turn around and walk the other way, going back and forth until one of the others told him to stop.
Today, the vessel and therefore the training chamber lacked the one G of pseudogravity. They were weightlessness and they would float if they pushed off the chairs. Each table and chair was anchored to the Velcro-covered floor. Each of them wore shoes that stuck to the Velcro.
Cyrus had his elbows on a table, with his face pushed against his fingers. He practiced a mind shield as Venice sat across from him and mentally attacked him.
She had long, dark hair and extraordinarily beautiful features, with a small nose and perfect mouth. The woman had everything: fame, beauty, and the greatest shifting ability among humanity. She wore a silver skin-suit, which only heightened her marvelous shape.
Can you hear me?
Venice asked, using her limited telepathy instead of speech.
Cyrus opened his eyes and stared at her. She sat back in her chair, watching him.
With a forefinger, she swept a strand of hair out of one of her eyes. She smiled at him.
He grinned and opened his mouth to tell her that he’d heard the thought.
She shook her head, and she tapped her temple.
Cyrus stared at her.
Think your answer as hard as you can
, she told him via telepathy.
Try to project. If you can’t project telepathically, I should be able to pick up your thoughts
.
There was a
rip-rip
sound as Jasper walked from his table to theirs. He pulled up a chair and set in onto the Velcro. He wore a shiny suit as he usually did, with a flattish hat covering his baldness.
What’s this about?
Jasper asked through telepathy.
Venice frowned at him.
I wasn’t talking to you
.
I heard the urgency in your message
, Jasper said.
By the way, if we just sit here and stare at each other, the monitors watching the cameras will know what’s going on
.
“You must try harder,” Venice told Cyrus. “I’m hurting you with my attacks. You have to strengthen your shield like this.”
Cyrus wants to know what’s wrong
, Jasper said.
Why can’t I read his thoughts?
Venice asked.
Jasper shrugged, making his shiny suit crinkle.
It was obvious to Cyrus the man was proud of his superior telepathic ability. He wondered for a moment if Jasper was shielding his thoughts from Venice.
No
, Jasper said.
She’s simply not good enough at telepathy
.
Is he hearing me?
Venice asked.
Cyrus nodded, but he said, “Is that how I should block?”
“Yes,” Venice said.
Listen
, she thought,
I have to tell you what happened last shift
.
The shift crew had discovered something new concerning Specials. Because of the stress of endless shifting, each Special needed progressively more rest time before they could create a discontinuity window again. While Jasper, Roxie, and Cyrus needed more rest, Venice continued to make DWs right on schedule. It meant she did the bulk of the shifting and was always in the tele-chamber.
What happened?
Jasper asked.
I felt an alien presence from out there
, Venice said.
I searched for it and in time, the mental signal seemed to come from the New Eden system
.
Seemed?
Jasper asked.
Cyrus felt the man’s excitement. Here was verification of aliens at New Eden.
It was difficult for me to pinpoint the exact location from where the alien mind broadcasted,
Venice said
, but I definitely felt his mind. It happened during the shift. No, that’s
Then in the training chamber, he discovered he wasn’t the only one feeling this.
Three of them were in the training chamber. It was a spacious room as such things went aboard the Teleship. Cyrus sat at a table across from Venice. There were three other tables and six chairs altogether. One wall showed a forest scene from Earth, complete with rustling oaks and running squirrels.
Sometimes, during one G acceleration, Cyrus paced the length of the room: fourteen strides. He’d turn around and walk the other way, going back and forth until one of the others told him to stop.
Today, the vessel and therefore the training chamber lacked the one G of pseudogravity. They were weightlessness and they would float if they pushed off the chairs. Each table and chair was anchored to the Velcro-covered floor. Each of them wore shoes that stuck to the Velcro.
Cyrus had his elbows on a table, with his face pushed against his fingers. He practiced a mind shield as Venice sat across from him and mentally attacked him.
She had long, dark hair and extraordinarily beautiful features, with a small nose and perfect mouth. The woman had everything: fame, beauty, and the greatest shifting ability among humanity. She wore a silver skin-suit, which only heightened her marvelous shape.
Can you hear me?
Venice asked, using her limited telepathy instead of speech.
Cyrus opened his eyes and stared at her. She sat back in her chair, watching him.
With a forefinger, she swept a strand of hair out of one of her eyes. She smiled at him.
He grinned and opened his mouth to tell her that he’d heard the thought.
She shook her head, and she tapped her temple.
Cyrus stared at her.
Think your answer as hard as you can
, she told him via telepathy.
Try to project. If you can’t project telepathically, I should be able to pick up your thoughts
.
There was a
rip-rip
sound as Jasper walked from his table to theirs. He pulled up a chair and set in onto the Velcro. He wore a shiny suit as he usually did, with a flattish hat covering his baldness.
What’s this about?
Jasper asked through telepathy.
Venice frowned at him.
I wasn’t talking to you
.
I heard the urgency in your message
, Jasper said.
By the way, if we just sit here and stare at each other, the monitors watching the cameras will know what’s going on
.
“You must try harder,” Venice told Cyrus. “I’m hurting you with my attacks. You have to strengthen your shield like this.”
Cyrus wants to know what’s wrong
, Jasper said.
Why can’t I read his thoughts?
Venice asked.
Jasper shrugged, making his shiny suit crinkle.
It was obvious to Cyrus the man was proud of his superior telepathic ability. He wondered for a moment if Jasper was shielding his thoughts from Venice.
No
, Jasper said.
She’s simply not good enough at telepathy
.
Is he hearing me?
Venice asked.
Cyrus nodded, but he said, “Is that how I should block?”
“Yes,” Venice said.
Listen
, she thought,
I have to tell you what happened last shift
.
The shift crew had discovered something new concerning Specials. Because of the stress of endless shifting, each Special needed progressively more rest time before they could create a discontinuity window again. While Jasper, Roxie, and Cyrus needed more rest, Venice continued to make DWs right on schedule. It meant she did the bulk of the shifting and was always in the tele-chamber.
What happened?
Jasper asked.
I felt an alien presence from out there
, Venice said.
I searched for it and in time, the mental signal seemed to come from the New Eden system
.
Seemed?
Jasper asked.
Cyrus felt the man’s excitement. Here was verification of aliens at New Eden.
It was difficult for me to pinpoint the exact location from where the alien mind broadcasted,
Venice said
, but I definitely felt his mind. It happened during the shift. No, that’s
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