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Post by exodus on May 2, 2005 19:30:18 GMT -5
Exodus sat on his bed, still fully clothed. He had a hard time sleeping at night. Preferring meditation, he sat comfortably on the bed in a deep trance. The focal point of his meditation was to stretch the range of his telepathy as far as he could. The outstretched abiliy almost covered the island but he still struggled with control. There was too much range, but not enough power.
Exodus snapped his concentration bringing himself out of the trance he was in. I need a test subject, he thought. Again, Exodus stretched out his psionic energy throughout the island. He searched frantically for a weak minded flatscan to play with.
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Post by exodus on May 3, 2005 12:44:04 GMT -5
Exodus broke his connection with the island once again. Of coarse there are no flatscans on the island. They would be made slaves or killed immediately, Exodus thought. He needed an assignment to take his mind of training. Taking his frustrations out on the human race would gratify him to no end.
((continued in the Briefing Room))
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