The people in the office, equivalent to the NSA in the year 2044, sat with me and questioned me for hours. Medical people checked my vitals and were especially interested in my blood contents. Other scientists placed EGG machines on my skull, and an MRI of my brain was coming up at any minute.
Someone called Remote viewing specialists.
A few months earlier…
I knew it was a matter of time before they detained me to investigate what I was hiding.
I told them I wasn't the one with the secret. All they had to do was research Nikola Tesla.
Maybe I should've been more careful with the “gift” I was given.
I allowed too many people to see me in action. Opening doors without touching them, moving my girlfriend's heavy furniture without an effort and lifting them through the air.
One day, I transported a fire truck with everybody on it to their desired location to quell a fire raging because they had gotten stuck with engine problems. And nobody saw me doing it.
Other times, just for kicks, I'd show off and play around levitating or bending objects in front of people to their mind-boggling amusement.
My gifts started after visiting a Salish Sea forest in Canada and going inside a cave with my family on a typical tourist excursion. Nothing out of the ordinary happened then, but the following day, as Mom was cooking breakfast for us, the expresso machine fell to the ground while she was trying to clean it. It was rather heavy and made a mess on the kitchen floor. I thought to myself, I wish that didn't happen because she was between tears and rage.
Incredibly, just intentional thoughts sufficed. Before I knew it, all the parts, the broken glass, and the coffee beans all got back together, as in reversed motion, and up the counter again. I still remember the faces of everybody there, but no one had any idea how in the world that happened—only me.
I was 14 and suddenly had superpowers!
Now I'm 22 and in trouble.
I tried to explain about psychokinetic phenomena, but they thought I was crazy. Or a physics student gone over the edge.
I asked them to look it up or bring in a Quantum mechanics professor, at least.
I explained that Ed Leedskalnin built his entire Coral Castle that way. And science still can't understand how he did it.
I begged them to do some research. They still didn't believe me, and the tests went on continuously.
Nothing made sense to the scientists who examined me. They claimed something about me was completely unpredictable. Unlike any human being they've ever seen, and the results prove it.
When they made the mistake of letting me make a phone call, I told my Mom to immediately call HGO (Human ESP Defense Org), the most powerful lobby for counseling individuals with extrasensory perception and other abilities.
As I waited for help to arrive, I blew their minds by levitating back to my seat for them to continue the questioning.
In the end, protected by law, they had to let me go. But only after offering me a mini-fortune weekly to allow them to investigate me further and do whatever non-intrusive studies they could come up with. Of course, I accepted, but only because I could dissolve the agreement whenever I saw fit and with my own physician present.
It was a beautiful feeling to buy Mom a house by the shore, as she had always dreamed of one, and out of that tiny apartment to which she was entitled by the government.
Today, there are many of us with the same or similar abilities. The authorities already classified some, but many others are living by themselves entirely off the grid, not having to answer to anybody or check with any AI robotics of any kind.
Life is good. It may not always be fair, but good and proper intention seems to be behind the reason for this incredible phenomenon. To help others as much as you can, and above all, don't do unnecessary harm to the life of any other living thing, be it human, beast, or environmental.
The Zen master Thich Nhat Hanh wrote, "People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle that we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child--our own two eyes. All is a miracle."
About the Creator
I'm from Italy and write every day. Being a storyteller by nature, I've entertained (and annoyed) people with my "expositions" since I was a child, showing everyone my primitive drawings, doodles, and poems. Still do! Leave me a comment :)