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Genius Loci
by J. Michael
Straczynski
page 6
He looked off, seemed to be concentrating on
something far from here. "-yes, the first, but now there is another
also discovering this, not far from here. Your companion.' He
looked back at G'Kar. "Perhaps this was a good thing. From
both of you I can learn what I did wrong that allowed you to discover what
was going on so quickly."
"I've been a
teacher before. I'm sure I can be of assistance," G'Kar said.
"Lyta, however, might not be quite so amenable."
"We will see," the elder said. "It is a
strange thing, to meet another mind openly, and … talk. Even if only
for a little while."
"Why just a little
while?"
"Because regardless of how our
conversation goes-and make no mistake, I am looking forward to
it-neither of you will leave here alive."
"Perhaps," G'Kar said. "But until then, if you want to learn from
me, first I must learn from you. So I ask you again: Who, or what,
are you?"
As soon as she asked the question, the
other telepaths-or what appeared to be telepaths-went silent.
She went through the possibilities. It's impossible
for
two people to have the same mental
imprints.
Therefore they cannot exist. Therefore I
am seeing
that which does not exist.
She closed her eyes, and for the first time
became
aware of the slight telepathic pressure on the base of
the optic tactile, and auditory nerve bundles, sending false
signals back to her brain. She shut down the
misleading
|
impulses and opened her eyes. The room was empty.
She closed her eyes and chased down the last
of the impulses, hidden expertly from detection, and opened her eyes
again.
The room was gone.
She stood just inside a forest, the high
branches forming a vast canopy above her.
In front of her were spread
the rusted husks of shuttles and personal starships from hundreds, perhaps
thousands, of worlds. They were overgrown with vines and covered in
leaves. Some of the vines had left tracks in the dirt where they had
been used to pull-or had themselves pulled-the ships in, where they could
not be seen from orbit.
The more recent
shuttles, still new and untarnished, bore Psi Corps symbols.
Lyta felt sadness for the multitude of
passengers-now all gone-that had once occupied these vessels, but quickly
pushed the thought away. She started toward the ships… and heard
movement among the distant trees. As she watched, animals, birds,
and insects of every shape and description seemed to bleed out of the
shadows. They crawled, hopped, slithered, stalked, and galloped out
of the forest, moving together, utterly silent, and looking straight at
her with uncommon intelligence.
She pscanned
them from a distance.
They all
registered the same mental imprint.
No, she corrected herself, not hundreds of creatures with the
same imprint, the same imprint overlaying
their own
neural patterns.
The words came to her from her
earliest days of Psi Corps |
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Glass Tattoo
Babylon 5 Genius Loci page 6
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Genius Loci
by J. Michael
Straczynski
page 6
He looked off, seemed to be concentrating on
something far from here. "-yes, the first, but now there is another
also discovering this, not far from here. Your companion.' He
looked back at G'Kar. "Perhaps this was a good thing. From
both of you I can learn what I did wrong that allowed you to discover what
was going on so quickly."
"I've been a
teacher before. I'm sure I can be of assistance," G'Kar said.
"Lyta, however, might not be quite so amenable."
"We will see," the elder said. "It is a
strange thing, to meet another mind openly, and … talk. Even if only
for a little while."
"Why just a little
while?"
"Because regardless of how our
conversation goes-and make no mistake, I am looking forward to
it-neither of you will leave here alive."
"Perhaps," G'Kar said. "But until then, if you want to learn from
me, first I must learn from you. So I ask you again: Who, or what,
are you?"
As soon as she asked the question, the
other telepaths-or what appeared to be telepaths-went silent.
She went through the possibilities. It's impossible
for
two people to have the same mental
imprints.
Therefore they cannot exist. Therefore I
am seeing
that which does not exist.
She closed her eyes, and for the first time
became
aware of the slight telepathic pressure on the base of
the optic tactile, and auditory nerve bundles, sending false
signals back to her brain. She shut down the
misleading
|
impulses and opened her eyes. The room was empty.
She closed her eyes and chased down the last
of the impulses, hidden expertly from detection, and opened her eyes
again.
The room was gone.
She stood just inside a forest, the high
branches forming a vast canopy above her.
In front of her were spread
the rusted husks of shuttles and personal starships from hundreds, perhaps
thousands, of worlds. They were overgrown with vines and covered in
leaves. Some of the vines had left tracks in the dirt where they had
been used to pull-or had themselves pulled-the ships in, where they could
not be seen from orbit.
The more recent
shuttles, still new and untarnished, bore Psi Corps symbols.
Lyta felt sadness for the multitude of
passengers-now all gone-that had once occupied these vessels, but quickly
pushed the thought away. She started toward the ships… and heard
movement among the distant trees. As she watched, animals, birds,
and insects of every shape and description seemed to bleed out of the
shadows. They crawled, hopped, slithered, stalked, and galloped out
of the forest, moving together, utterly silent, and looking straight at
her with uncommon intelligence.
She pscanned
them from a distance.
They all
registered the same mental imprint.
No, she corrected herself, not hundreds of creatures with the
same imprint, the same imprint overlaying
their own
neural patterns.
The words came to her from her
earliest days of Psi Corps |
page 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Glass Tattoo
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