Even in universes where they did not have human confederates to deploy as the
infiltration force, the Ochivari were surprisingly good at keeping covert.
They wore hoods, and stayed in the shadows, and kept their distance. This
tactic did not work very well in Psychoverse. There were different classes of
psychics on this version of Earth, and varying levels within the classes. One
class in particular was simply good at detecting people around them, and maybe
a little bit of information about them. They couldn’t feel emotions, or read
minds, but could sense a few key characteristics about others, such as age,
general health condition, and basic mood. They could tell when someone was
happy, angry, or sad, and that was pretty much it. This was enough when it
came to the Ochivari, though. They exuded strange readings, which alerted one
individual that there was something strange going on in her town. Rattlesnake,
Kansas was an interesting place to live. The population was low enough to be
considered a small town, but the residents acted like a large city. They were
anonymous with each other, choosing only to associate with those in their
friend group, and ignoring the rest. This was how people liked it here, as it
was low pressure, and high privacy. Psychics weren’t outlawed, but they were
strongly discouraged, because they, of course, invaded this privacy. Psychics
didn’t bother fighting against this, because they didn’t really care. There
were better places to live anyway. The presence detector was allowed to live
there without any grief, though, since it was her hometown, and she didn’t
disturb anyone. It was a good thing they did, because the small town anonymity
vibe was exactly why the Ochivari figured it would be a good idea to spy on
the native population from right there in Rattlesnake. This psychic’s ability
was nonnegotiable, meaning that it wasn’t something she could use at will, and
not use when she didn’t want to. It was always on, so when strange figures in
robes started walking around at night, most didn’t pay them any mind, because
it wasn’t their business, but she knew there was something off about them. She
decided to investigate on her own, even though she made a promise that she
would kind of just leave others alone. When she learned the truth, she knew
that she couldn’t just let this go, so she contacted a psychic associate of
hers who could read minds. He came to Rattlesnake, and helped figure out these
aliens’ intentions. Once they confirmed that the Ochivari had sinister plans
for the world, the two of them formed a resistance army of other psychics.
They defeated the infiltrators rather quickly, and then transformed the town
into the capital of the defensive force. More psychics came, some with strong
offensive abilities, and the original psychic whistleblower suddenly found
herself at the head of one of the most powerful armies in the world.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
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