“That's my
boy!”
Darth Vader*
Today was a
good day. Good progress writing and such. Also less seizures than
normal. Oh, wait something bad did happen, evil aliens did attack.
That was problematic. Did solve the problem by bribing them to leave
with pizza.
Psychic
Posting
In the world of
psychic virtual reality social networking had evolved beyond simply
posting messages on blogs or webpages. People's minds could directly
manipulate and enter virtual space with simple helmets in this new
world. So now they made little virtual worlds for their friends to
visit where they posted objects that reflected their very minds.
For
non-psychics to understand these spaces would be difficult to
impossible with direct experience. Posting of the mind is direct and
pure. Something simple enough for a non-psychic to understand would
be a posting of pain. It's a strong, and when perceived is a solid
thing that becomes piecing dominate and all encompassing in the
tangible space it touches. The sensation of hurt becoming an object
itself and processed by the mind that way.
This is the
simplest thing for a non-psychic. This specific example is one of an
intense pain. One of both emotional and physical. The moment in an
accident when you're leg is pinned and being crushed. Your bleeding
out and hopelessly calling out. You're mind is posting to some
virtual space but help won't come in time because that or your
screams won't get you and the emotional pain also comes from knowing
you will die. This is an example from the the life of one Mr. Sam
Edwaen.
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