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Brooke will not tell Resi Brooks anything about the rescue that she and her
friends pulled off centuries ago. She doesn’t even admit that she’s a time
traveler. She says that she can help Resi get a handle on his visions, and
that is what she does. They work together for weeks. She doesn’t give him a
cure for what ails him, but she provides him with treatments that are better
than what Yana has to offer on its own. It’s actually better that he not be
too active in the world while he’s working on his mental ability. There are
too many distractions, and he has to focus. She first teaches him how to
meditate. That’s really all the Kidjum elixir does. It drops a person into a
relaxed, unconscious state so it can access deeper truths about the
dreamer’s psyche. The drug is an easy shortcut, and its side effects might
actually be detrimental to the process.
Brooke asks Resi to start with small things. He’s meant to predict things
that will probably happen anyway, like the outside temperature that the
forecast already predicted, and always predicts with accuracy. This will
reinforce his knowledge of the world, and reward his brain for saying
something correct. Over time, she asks for more and more uncertain
predictions, like the daily harvest yield in the south fields, or the
results of an ancient singing competition show which Resi had never seen
before. He gets them right too, but it’s still not too surprising, because
yields are fairly steady, and we all knew Miki was gonna win season eleven.
So far, though, Brooke has only asked him questions about specific things.
She has driven him towards a prediction. The hardest part will be when she
simply tells him to come up with something new.
He doesn’t think he’s ready for that yet. He’s still not entirely sure that
he really has this ability. But she convinces him to try because if the
first time he proves it is when the Central Mountain volcano explodes, then
they’re all going to have a bad time. He has to start with something that’s
still small, but impossible for him to have known just by recognizing past
patterns, or relying on other systems. It has to be so isolated and bizarre
that it can’t be true until it is. She sits him down, and has him close his
eyes. She tells him to focus on the future, and forget everything he knows
about everything else. The past does not exist, and it never will. The only
thing that matters is what is to come. He’s also supposed to breathe. In,
out. In, out. Her voice fades away as she continues the usual instructions.
He keeps following them, trying to see something which does not exist, but
is inevitable. He sees a tunnel, but it’s not real. It’s only a conduit to a
higher plane of reality. It’s his way to seeing the future. He propels
himself forwards, becoming one with the tunnel, and preparing himself for
the other side, when an image he has never seen before finally comes to
light.
He reaches the end. It’s small, and it looks like it’s moving fast, but to
him, in slow motion. It’s kind of grayish, or maybe even gold? It’s hard to
tell with the light from the visionscape itself. He tries to look at it from
a different angle, but a second image slips into view behind it. This one is
also metal, but of a more complex design. It’s still covered in shadow, and
hard to make out. So he moves closer. Closer, closer, closer. It’s...it’s a
gun. Resi wakes up from the vision, and dives to the side just as he hears
the shot. He feels the rush of wind as the bullet passes him within
centimeters at most. “What the hell was that?” he asks, trying to put his
heart back in his chest.
Brooke puts the gun into her jacket. “That was the final exam. In case you
didn’t notice, you passed.”
