Perceptor X Brainstorm Novels & Stories

"And why would you even compare me with Thogg? We're two different beings. Nigga was a broke motherfucker who never had a vision; pilfered just so he could accumulate wealth he never really had need for" "So, what are you tryna say now? That you've got some kind of shitty vision, huh?" "That's none of your fucking business!" "You know, I still don't get why y'all will let Steven take the lion's share and give y'all peanuts, making him look like some God that he's not while y'all are the minions in the picture" Baron said "It has always been that way from the scratch, Baron. X-habit was solely Steven's idea. We are some kind of shareholders here, you know"

Xander As I sat in the café, I immersed myself in my thoughts and imagination repeatedly. Unlike others who might only think two or three steps ahead or merely 5 to 15 minutes into the future when making plans, I delved deeper. I meticulously planned from the beginning to the very end, revisiting and refining the strategy 5-10 times. My mind was adept at foreseeing potential errors and devising ways to preemptively address them, ensuring that every minute detail was accounted for.

“So, they want something that is going to really drive up their summer traffic and make old customers get new watches.” “Okay,” I said, opening my own file on Swap, except my file was on my computer. It’s the 21st century, this girl is really good-looking, but I don’t know why she is keeping things in manila folders still. I opened a couple of files on projects that we had done for Swap over the past few years. As I began to look at the old files, a brilliant idea occurred to me, brainstorms were a lot easier when the brain is loose. “Want a drink?” I asked.

Mercer said, his voice steady. He moved toward the window and stared outside for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “But I need to understand something about what happened out there. Your gift. Has this ever happened before? Have you ever been unable to read someone?” “Never,” I said quietly. “Scars is the first.” Mercer released a heavy breath and shook his head. “He’s full of surprises.” “Yeah, he is.” [That is the understatement of the century. This man has spent years making federal agencies look incompetent. Surprise is basically his personality.]