Discovery (Science of Psionics Book #1) by Dave Renol Read Free Book Online Page B

defense. Less
than a minute later I saw the patio doors slide open and so I put
down the dice, focusing my gaze on the six-pack floating toward us
out of the house and thereby drawing everyone else’s eyes.
    Time seemed to stand still. Sid had paused
with his drink halfway to his mouth, Sara held her dice up in mid
roll, and Carl simply gaped at the sight of the beer floating
steadily toward us in complete silence. Linda placed the box down
on the table next to the game board with only the slightest of
thumps and then looked up at me expectantly. “Who needs a drink?” I
asked upon the deathly silent table of friends.
    “That’s a neat trick,” Carl finally said into
the silence. “I didn’t even see any wires.”
    “No wires, no tricks,” I replied. To
emphasize the point I popped the cap off of a bottle and floated it
over to Carl, letting it hang in the air above him. Linda did the
same for Sid and Sara and almost as an afterthought, gave us our
own. “We’re not sure on how it happened, or why, but Linda and I
can both do this now.”
    “Real live telekinesis?” Carl asked, half in
awe and half in doubt. He was moving his hands in the air all
around the bottle trying to find some gimmick.
    “That’s what it seems like. All we know is
that it started last weekend after a massive thunderstorm rolled
through the valley. Working in the office the next morning, I
knocked my coffee off the table and it just didn’t hit the floor. I
went to get Linda out of bed, thinking that I might be going crazy
or something, and saw her hovering above the covers.”
    “How are you two doing with this so far?”
Linda asked her friends, looking back and forth between Sid and
Sara.
    “I’m not sure,” Sara began. “How is this …
you can fly?” she finished.
    I threw Linda a wink as I lifted myself up
from my chair, and seeing what I was doing, she followed suit a
moment later until we were both hovering about two feet above our
seats.
    “If this is some kind of elaborate practical
joke, I’m gonna kick your ass, Mark.” Carl warned.
    “I already told you. No joke, no prank, no
trick … this is somehow real, and we have no idea how we can do
this, but we want to figure it out.”
    Carl looked like he was deep in thought for a
few moments and then suddenly sat up straight, “You asshole!” he
sputtered. “All of those lucky bounces and amazing putts earlier …
You cheated!”
    Laughing, I replied sheepishly “I wasn’t
quite sure how to broach the subject today, and since sometimes I
still think it might be a wacky dream, I was just testing systems,
so to speak.” Seeing that they were all still a bit freaked out, I
lowered the bottles that I was controlling as well as myself so we
could keep things calm. Linda followed suit.
    “Can you do anything else, or is it just
telekinesis?” Carl asked. “I assume that one of the reasons that
you brought me in on this was to work out a logical explanation,
but of course the only Psi stuff that I know comes from sci-fi
books.”
    “We decided to reveal this to all of you
because we value your insights and intelligence. We also felt that
you three were trustworthy, and before we go much further, I want
you all to swear that you’ll keep this a complete secret.” Still
stunned, they all agreed to silence outside our small group. Having
their promises, I went back in detail over what we knew, both from
experimentation and from research. Amused, I noticed that nobody
had touched the ‘flying beers’ that Linda had brought out, as if
they were afraid that they might take flight again between table
and lip.
    “How are you dealing with this, Sid,” Linda
asked during a conversational lull. “You’re the only one who hasn’t
said anything so far.”
    “I’m not sure,” he replied bluntly. “I’m
trying to figure out how dangerous this thing is. One of the few
things that I trust is the evidence of my own eyes, so I believe
that your ability is real, I just