Psion
“The tightness in my chest eased as I walked, and I took deep breaths. At the end of the hall a couple of people in pastel coats were sitting on the edge of an examining table, tossing out game pieces. I stopped. They looked at each other, then put the pieces back into a bowl. “Siebeling sent you?” the old man with side-whiskers asked, like he thought maybe I’d taken a wrong turn somewhere.I nodded.“What are you?”I glanced down my body and up again. I put my hands on my hips. “Tired and hungry a...nd sick of taking a lot of crap.”His face changed, first confused and then annoyed. “What’s your talent-are you a teek, or a ‘path, or what?”“What?” I said, feeling like an echo.“Well, he’s not a mind reader, Goba.” The woman pushed at her hair.“Wrong,” I said.They traded looks again. The man leaned over and put a readout onto the screen in the tabletop beside him. He stared at it, a frown growing between his thick brows. “Take a look at that.”The woman peered past him.MoreLess
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