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He looked down at his food, but the images did not change in the slightest. “I’m not looking at anyone right now, but it hasn’t changed.”
Michael stopped eating. “Describe the pictures. What does the one in your head look like right now?” Michael’s attention was caught, now that he realized there might be a difference between their abilities.
“There isn’t just one picture in my head, there’s a million. They keep racing around. It’s like a collage of small pictures, some moving, and some stationary. If I focus on someone, their pictures get bigger.” Jay gave his description as if this was common, but the confusion on Michael’s face said otherwise.
After a few moments of thought, Michael got an idea. “Read my thoughts, Decathlon. What am I thinking right now?”
Jay liked the idea of giving the pictures a purpose, so he looked at Michael to make the pictures larger.
“No, look down at your food and read my thoughts, you said the pictures were the same ,” Michael told him, not believing Jay would be able to see the pictures like he said he could. Jay knew which pictures were Michael’s, since he knew which ones had gotten larger when he looked at Michael. Jay looked down at his food, and focused on those pictures. As he did, they began to get bigger. Once one of them was large enough, he began to describe it.
“Ok, the biggest picture is of a woman. She is blond, and a little shorter than you, I would say. She is playing tennis, and is pretty good, despite being past her prime. You are actually there playing with her, and you are having trouble returning her serves. She has blue eyes.” As Jay described the scene, he was able to see it clearer, and the other pictures around also got larger and clearer. “Another picture is of the same thing, except that there are descriptions around it as well. The woman is your mother, and you are thinking of how you were never able to return her serves when she got going. Another picture is just scattered words, expressing amazement of my ability, and a little confusion, and maybe some fear. Another picture is of you taking a test for class, and failing constantly. You can’t seem to pass it…”
“STOP!!” Michael yelled. Those around turned to see what was going on. After a moment of awkward silence, they realized there was nothing exciting going on, and returned to their meals.
“I’m sorry,” Michael said after a few moments, “you got a lot further than I was expecting. You are very talented, the rest of us need to concentrate to see even the first picture that clearly.”
“But I thought you said everyone was able to see my dream last night?”
“As I said, you were thinking loudly at the time. Also, most of the kids were watching you sleep in order to see your dreams. For most of us it isn’t a problem keeping the thoughts out of our heads, it’s a problem keeping them in.”
Jay was not sure what to say. If it’s not normal to be able to see the thoughts so readily, then why can I? Jay could not figure it out. He knew he had developed the ability late; much later than was normal, and possibly later than has ever happened before. Why should his ability be so powerful when those who have had it longer are still struggling?
Michael and Jay finished their meals in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
“THERE HAS BEEN an incident in the dining hall, sir.”
“That’s not my concern; take it up with the disciplinary office.”
“It involves the boy you wanted watched, Captain.”
“Jay? What happened to him?”
“It wasn’t a matter of what happened to him as much as a matter of what he has done. A classmate asked him to read his mind, and Jay cracked him wide open.”
“Physically or mentally?”
“Mentally, sir. He apparently was able to see much further than the other boy expected, and kept going further until the other
Michael stopped eating. “Describe the pictures. What does the one in your head look like right now?” Michael’s attention was caught, now that he realized there might be a difference between their abilities.
“There isn’t just one picture in my head, there’s a million. They keep racing around. It’s like a collage of small pictures, some moving, and some stationary. If I focus on someone, their pictures get bigger.” Jay gave his description as if this was common, but the confusion on Michael’s face said otherwise.
After a few moments of thought, Michael got an idea. “Read my thoughts, Decathlon. What am I thinking right now?”
Jay liked the idea of giving the pictures a purpose, so he looked at Michael to make the pictures larger.
“No, look down at your food and read my thoughts, you said the pictures were the same ,” Michael told him, not believing Jay would be able to see the pictures like he said he could. Jay knew which pictures were Michael’s, since he knew which ones had gotten larger when he looked at Michael. Jay looked down at his food, and focused on those pictures. As he did, they began to get bigger. Once one of them was large enough, he began to describe it.
“Ok, the biggest picture is of a woman. She is blond, and a little shorter than you, I would say. She is playing tennis, and is pretty good, despite being past her prime. You are actually there playing with her, and you are having trouble returning her serves. She has blue eyes.” As Jay described the scene, he was able to see it clearer, and the other pictures around also got larger and clearer. “Another picture is of the same thing, except that there are descriptions around it as well. The woman is your mother, and you are thinking of how you were never able to return her serves when she got going. Another picture is just scattered words, expressing amazement of my ability, and a little confusion, and maybe some fear. Another picture is of you taking a test for class, and failing constantly. You can’t seem to pass it…”
“STOP!!” Michael yelled. Those around turned to see what was going on. After a moment of awkward silence, they realized there was nothing exciting going on, and returned to their meals.
“I’m sorry,” Michael said after a few moments, “you got a lot further than I was expecting. You are very talented, the rest of us need to concentrate to see even the first picture that clearly.”
“But I thought you said everyone was able to see my dream last night?”
“As I said, you were thinking loudly at the time. Also, most of the kids were watching you sleep in order to see your dreams. For most of us it isn’t a problem keeping the thoughts out of our heads, it’s a problem keeping them in.”
Jay was not sure what to say. If it’s not normal to be able to see the thoughts so readily, then why can I? Jay could not figure it out. He knew he had developed the ability late; much later than was normal, and possibly later than has ever happened before. Why should his ability be so powerful when those who have had it longer are still struggling?
Michael and Jay finished their meals in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
“THERE HAS BEEN an incident in the dining hall, sir.”
“That’s not my concern; take it up with the disciplinary office.”
“It involves the boy you wanted watched, Captain.”
“Jay? What happened to him?”
“It wasn’t a matter of what happened to him as much as a matter of what he has done. A classmate asked him to read his mind, and Jay cracked him wide open.”
“Physically or mentally?”
“Mentally, sir. He apparently was able to see much further than the other boy expected, and kept going further until the other
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