Mind F Series Novels & Stories

Wren’s brow was furrowed, and he looked at his friend with confusion and worry. “Yes, special. Over the years, I have found that every so often, someone who has a connection to things like those studied and housed on the base will come along. These people are perfectly normal in most ways, but on another level, they can connect, communicate, and interact frequently without even realizing it. There are many parts of the brain that we still do not fully understand. It has been my belief that, in some people, those parts are more active than in others. I think you are one of those people that has a part or parts which are more active and lets you do what you have been doing,” John explained.

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

He was staring at the side of my face with a heavy, calculating look. "You okay?" Mercer asked. I forced my shoulders to drop. “Yeah. Sorry. Just thinking.” Mercer hummed like he didn’t fully buy it. “Thinking hard enough to disconnect from reality, or should I be worried?” A beat. Then he added, lighter, “If there’s something in your mind, you can tell us. Sadly, we don’t have your little mind-reader gift.” I let out a short breath and shook my head. “It’s nothing.” Mercer’s expression softened slightly, his voice dropping into something steadier. “Alright. Just make sure you stay focused, Tiffany. We need you sharp.”

"Even Ruby failed. What can you do as an assistant?!" I pressed the broadcast button, my voice carrying into the isolation chamber through the speakers. "Commander Morris, can you hear me? This is Faith Gallagher. "Now, hold your breath. Pull your focus inward to the center of your mind. Don’t fight the lightning. Accept it." "Picture your body as a conductor, not a container."

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

“The others, six of them, were still in their tank. No results. They could be dead any time soon.” Praxis’s mind calmed down a bit. He didn’t know but even though the drug had slowed down his brain, he was now able to comprehend everything. He saw that as an advantage. The doctor seemed to be magnanimous enough to say a lot, and Praxis saw that as an opportunity to gather helpful information while his body was in its relaxed state. “So, what this all is for? A government order?” Praxis asked, voice was expressionless and hoarse and tired.

"You're right, I'll have a cup of coffee and go over there later to see if he needs anything..." I did exactly what I said I was going to do, but it took me an hour or so. Taking ant bites out of my bread so that the coffee would never end, and I wouldn't have to participate in yet another drama of a stolen drug shipment or the death of someone who broke some rule. Mirella came in excited, full of bags, and with a smile on her face that I hadn't seen in a while. "Where did you go?" I asked good-naturedly

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