Profits from Prophets, Part 7
10 Jun 2016Michael Wolfe
“No, I told you. Only focus on me. Think of what you would say if you were using your mouth. Then concentrate hard on just that thought.”I sighed, frustrated. Illiana and I had been practicing the Utopian method of strictly mental communication for two days while the ship flew to the Maia system. There hadn’t been much else to do, and neither of us were the type for small-talk. Her past was almost as much of a closed door as Kyndi’s had been, and her sole interest had been to expound the ideals of Utopia.
Now, here we were, her fingertips on my temples, mutually frustrated over my lack of progress.
How the hell do you people do this? How the hell do you focus on having just one thought and holding it?
Illiana’s eyes flashed as her gaze bored into me.
With practice and concentration, commander.
I smirked sarcastically. Easy for you to say. You’ve got them fancy implants. I’m here with my squishy primate brain.
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