Psionic

There were many lights in the sky from spaceships. This was the arrival of various clan and army teams. Every year, just before the exams, large-scale team competitions were held on the planet.

Bee was sitting at the window, looking at the ships and thinking.

"Nothing, just a little more and I'll be there too. I will complete missions, see new places. And when I get bored, I will quietly get lost in a pleasant place. I will live for my pleasure. Interesting, what happened with the parents. But many thanks for the genes. Until I become impudent, a happy life is guaranteed for me."

Bee stretched and noticed a huge army ship.

"The soldiers have arrived. Can somehow infiltrate the army. Captain Bee, let me report! General Bee, people are ready! Commander Bee, the planet has been cleared! "

"Okay, stop sitting. It's time to go to the student market, spend points. Hope I can do some good shopping."

***

— Where are you guys? I'm already at the entrance.

— Malcolm, I'm getting close.

— And I heard from Trish, there is an injection that increases the genetic code to the peak of F-grade, almost E.

— Yes, it is every year. But not everyone has so many points.

— Yeah, you need to be an excellent student for five years or complete special missions.

— Well, Brad is an excellent student! Malcolm, Rodi, I can see you already.

— Okay, let's go slowly. Sol catch up!

A gray one-story building the size of a football field. Inside were rows of glass pavilions with wide aisles on the sides. So visitors could pass not only along the rows, but easily move to another row through the pavilion. Inside each pavilion, an atmosphere of sterility and tranquility reigned. The cold bright light and the salesmen in white coats gave the feeling of being in some kind of laboratory.

— So the fiftieth box, let's go.

Brad, immediately turned to the seller.

— Please, give me medicine Genetic 99Mx F, my student ID 2804576.

The seller froze for a moment while making a transaction, and then took one of the syringes from the shelf and handed it to Brad.

— Five points left, - said Brad to the guys.

— Look in the catalog, maybe there are little things.

— Commemorative badges, one point each.

Brad gently took the syringe, sniffed and kissed it three times.

— Mmm, I'll give it a shot tonight, adaptation tomorrow and hello exams, - said Brad blissfully.

— You won't buy?, - Brad finally unbuttoned his jacket and carefully put the syringe into the inside pocket.

— We don't have so many points.

— And I want energy modifications for myself. I don't like these charging rooms.

— Poor you are ours. You are probably the only one who goes there., - Trish's gentle sympathetic voice came from behind.

— O Trish, Hi. See, I bought., - Brad patted his jacket happily, but suddenly his face changed. He convulsively unbuttoned his jacket and looked inside. The pocket was empty.

— Where? Where?! Where is my syringe!!! - shouted Brad, - I just put it in my pocket!! There are no holes. Not on the floor. Has it evaporated??

— Calm down, young man.

— But, but I …, - Brad fell to his knees helplessly and sobbed.

The pavilion was filled with curious visitors. The seller went up to Brad and said coolly:

— Let me examine the jacket.

But in fact, he was also surprised and internally worried about the guy. After all, it was his reward for the entire five-year study. Brad took off his jacket and handed it over. The seller quickly unfolded it and shook it. O miracle, syringe fell to the floor. Brad's tear-stained face broke into a smile, and he said in a trembling voice:

— Mmy mmedicine.

However, when he extended his hand, the syringe moved away from him. Brad crawled convulsively on his knees closer.

— Hey, where are you going? What the hell is going on?

Tumbling, the syringe "ran away" another ten meters and leaned against the wall.

***

Maybe the students did not realize what was happening, but the adults ...

— Psionic power! I tell you, this is definitely psionic power!!

All information channels of the planet literally exploded with messages. And urgent reports came to the headquarters of various armies and to the offices of all significant clans - a manifestation of psionic power was recorded.

Just a couple of facts why this is incredible. Of more than ten thousand known human races, only fifteen had psionic abilities!

When high-tech civilizations collided with a psi-civilization, everything ended in a huge disaster.

*** Trish POV ***

Poor Brad. He was so happy. He may be a Malcolm's six, but he is a diligent student and earned medicine on his own.

And in general, where did this psionic come from? Everyone just says that they are the true rulers of the universe. From the shadows, they realize their own plans, controlling the consciousness of people. Why does he need Brad? So would keep hiding and not highlighting.

Isn't that Bee at the exit?

— Hi Bee.

— Hi guys, Trish, Malcolm and you, BRAAAD! Mmmmyy mmmedicine. You are now a star, ha ha ha.

— It's not funny Bee!

This Bee is so unbearable sometimes. Although it seems that the video with Brad is now in trend not only on Alrix.

***

At the headquarters of the Rumbus clan on the planet Alrix.

— Director, have you seen the news?

— Yes. It is he?

— Probability of ninety percent. He was in the next pavilion.

— Hmm, he's finally awakened. Science still hasn't figured out the secret of psionic power. Maybe we'll get lucky.

— Having psionics on our side is already a great success! Probably one hundred million inhabitants will not have one obvious psionic. They're usually all so secretive.

— So, his true race is Silusi.

— Yes, director. There are twelve sword-joint races, and among them only the Silusi are the psionic race.

— He could have acquired them artificially through cocoon technology, but this is unlikely. The technological realization of this ability is very complex and only very large forces have it. In that case, it would not have been thrown to us.