There were books in my head, and he was looking at the titles… he was not looking at the titles, for he couldn’t read. He was looking at what I knew of the books. I suddenly felt terribly useless, because I had only a fraction of what he wanted.
‘What’s that?’ he barked.
I knew what he meant. He’d gotten it from inside my head. I didn’t know it was in there, even, but he found it.
‘Telekinesis,’ I said.
‘How is it done?’
‘Nobody knows if it can be done. Moving physical objects with the mind!’
‘It can be done,’ he said. ‘This one?’
‘Teleportation. That’s the same thing—well, almost. Moving your own body with mind power.’
‘Yeah, yeah, I see it,’ he said gruffly.
‘Molecular interpenetration. Telepathy and clairvoyance. I don’t know anything about them. I think they’re silly.’