The general in plainclothes stopped Connor at the gate and sighed.
"Nothing else?" he asked. "You're sure? Not even a bit of remainder?"
Connor looked sheepish as he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but no. Ever since I came out of that coma, I've been, well, perfectly normal."
Although the general showed nothing outwardly, Connor could sense the sharp bolt of frustration from the man. He could sense a great many things in people all around him but he wasn't going to let that out.
"Well, I'm sorry for those two weeks," the general who pretended not be a general said while Connor sensed no sorrow at all. "But remember your confidentiality agreement - and everything that's at stake for you."
Connor tapped at the wallet in his back pocket.
"I know. But I'm not going to give up my magic ticket."
Neither man said a word as Connor departed.
It had been an experiment that Connor had volunteered for. Initially, it was for a little spending money and to kill some time between jobs. After weeks of trials with various medications and corresponding brain scans, Connor had been the last test subject left. He had figured it had something to do with developing telepathic powers as toward the end he could hear whispers in his head, faint and often indistinct. But tests had showed they did match up, albeit somewhat imperfectly, to what the control subjects had been thinking.
They were discussing the next phase with Connor as the star when he experienced a break instead of a breakthrough. No one knew why, especially Connor. But he had collapsed without warning and spent the next two weeks in a coma. Brain scans and other testing revealed nothing but inside Connor's head, everything was revealed.
Dr. Armstrong was in fact an Air Force general in charge of this project. Although Connor could not read exact thought-like words, he grew attenuated to conscious imagery and empathic impressions in people's heads. While his body was dormant, his powers grew.
Although he remained aware of the passage of time, he acted as if he had only been asleep for a nap when he finally "woke up". Now he knew if he let slip about his powers, he would be kept here, an eternal lab rat. Instead, he pretended that everything had regressed to the point where he had been when he first came in for initial testing.
As they analyzed him, Connor learned how to use his powers to alter the perceptions of those who thought they were still in control. His tests were all normal, as per his subtle, unspoken suggestions. As he learned to weave into the minds of others, he began to sense their bodies in strange ways.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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