This is a potential cover for Era Walker. Trying to give more precedence to the covers of future books. Let me know what you think:
Author: Kenneth Brooks
This is a potential cover for Era Walker. Trying to give more precedence to the covers of future books. Let me know what you think:
When the weather outside is frightful, and the fire is so delightful…
If you thought it was spring then welcome to Northern Colorado where on 5/18 and 5/19 we are enjoying a snow storm! This is how you can be fried and frozen at the same time!
Today’s light reading feature from the Other World: Telekinetics.
Telekinetics are a more modern development but there are some older references to people being able to move objects with their mind. As was stated in the last reference to Psychokinetics, they can be confused but I separate them for a simple reason; Telekinetics are able to manipulate objects with their mind as if they had a pair of individual hands.
In my world: telekinetics do manipulate objects with precision. This separates them from psychokinetics as a psychokinetic can launch an object into the air or across the room by changing the state of potential and kinetic energy in the object. A telekinetic can make an object hover in the air, dance, perform surgery… if they are strong and disciplined enough.
Telekinetics are at a disadvantage in my world and I got this idea as a kid watching Carrie (Yep, I watched horror movies as a little kid. That might be why they have no affect on me now). Telekinetics are prone to only being able to wield their abilities when their emotions run high. Powerful and Volatile emotions like Anger and rage fuel their abilities. They often find their abilities are fleeting when they are calm. They have to find a proper state of mind to control their abilities. Most telekinetics are prone to flying off the handle in a rage. there are few that are powerful and calm at the same time.
Next time, we will conclude the psychic series by covering Clairvoyants.
Short week, maybe a short fuse, here is an extra short for the Templar Series.
Links to previous Templar extras will be provided as well.
Children of Legend
Chapter #2: Trinity of Teachers
March 31st, 2020-CE
The detective glanced at the monitor in the room. It was hard to believe that the raven-haired woman in the room was teaching a class of first graders barely hours before. The look on her face was that of a crazed lunatic. She wondered what would have happened that would have made this woman snap. He glanced down at the manila folder in his hand. The police report contained within said she tried to kill a small boy. One of her charges. He couldn’t understand what that student could have said that would have made her snap.
He sighed and turned the handle open the door. He sat down at the table across from her. In here, he knew that everything was being recorded. There was no need to take any extra devices in with him. He glanced into her disturbed eyes and asked, “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
“He read my mind!” He screamed at the top of her lungs, “He knew everything!”
The strength and fury of her words took him back and startled him, oh boy! She has gone off the deep end, He thought to himself. “How, exactly, did he read your mind? Did he manage to hack your social media accounts and get a glance at what you put on there?”
“No, he got inside my head!” She cackled crazily.
“Like, with psychology? Is the kid a bit of a prodigy?” The detective questioned.
“No, like a freak. He knew things that no other person could know!” she hissed.
“Okay…” The detective stated as he rose from the chair, “I am going to have a talk with a few people outside of this room and see if we can get you in some comfortable place to stay.”
“No!” She yelled at the man, “You don’t believe me! You have to meet him then you will see! You will see that he is not like the others. He can read minds! If he can read minds, then he can control them!”
The detective nodded as he grabbed the handle of the door, “I assure you, Miss Leaks, that as a part of this investigation, we will have to meet this Sean Carter. Until then, don’t worry about us. We will get you some place to stay.”
He walked through the door, he could still hear her screaming until the door latched all the way. He could see his partner standing by the door, “Someone has definitely gone off the deep end in there. I would like to have some of what drove her crazy.”
He shook his head, “I wouldn’t. She went off the deep end.” He glanced back to the room then back to his partner, “Listen, I would rather not have to bring the kid back in on this one. He has been through enough. Can you get a psyche eval done on her? I think she is due for a room with padded walls about now.”
* * *
Across town a teenage girl gazed out of her window towards the mountains that obfuscated the setting sun on the cloudy day. She wondered if it was going to rain. She cracked open the window to let the cool evening air waft in. It smelled like it could rain. A chilled breeze blew in and she closed the window. It was just as likely to snow as rain. Her dark red hair partially covered her green eyes. She glanced down at tablet in which she recorded her inner most thoughts. She was often lost in a sea of them; the vast majority were not her own, she liked to make sure that she knew who she was from moment to moment.
She was talented, much like the boy who was much younger than her, but just as different from him as well. Where his abilities raged out of control, they had a limit of range. Her abilities did not dive as deep as his did but she was constantly trying to swim in an ocean of thoughts, drowning in a sea of voices.
Most telepaths fell into one of two categories. Some operated with touch; they heard no voices until their skin comes into contact with the skin of another individual. Most telepaths were ranged telepaths. Their ranges varied from a few feet to several miles and if the conditions were right they could extend those ranges further. She was different. She didn’t have a range and her powers didn’t rely on skin to skin contact. It was as if someone plugged her mind into the whole of humanity.
To her, the world would flood into her mind and often times sounded like a buzz. She figured it was better than what the other telepaths with long ranges heard. Often times she wouldn’t hear the individual voices, just the general volume of the world. To telepaths like the young boy, the voices came through as a bunch of one way conversations. It was as if they were sitting in a room packed full of people with ear muffs on, they could hear the subtle surface thoughts of those all around them.
Around her wrists, covered in fishnet sleeves, were multiple rubber bands. Typically, they were used by cutters to help with the sensation of the subtle sting of cutting. Something to relieve the stress in a situation. She used them when a voice started to appear out of the ocean of buzzing noises. She reached for a rubber band now as a voice did start to rise up above the buzzing sea.
She realized it was her mother. Her mother was not a telepath. Her step father was also not a telepath. It made her an aberration. Normally, it would not have been possible for such a powerful telepath to have been born from such normal people even if one of them did carry the gene that allowed for psychic powers. Her mother provided her the answer for that.
Her mother had a one night stand with a man just before she met the man who raised her, the man she called her father. She couldn’t remember anything about the man. She remembered the night perfectly except for details about the man. Just as soon as he arrived in her life, he had left with no trace.
She got up from her bed and walked down stairs. She snapped the rubber bands on her wrists as she walked down the stairs. Each time she did, a voice that had risen up above the din of the background noise had faded back into the ocean of voices. She had heard the cries of the boy’s mind as he was choked, the screams of the teacher who choked him, and the aftermath. She didn’t need to read her mother’s mind to know what was going on.
Her mother stepped through the door, “How was your day, Scarlet?”
She brushed her red hair out of her eyes as she reached the end of the stairs, “The same as always. How was your day?”
Her mother gave her an unsure look then shrugged as she sat down her purse and shrugged off her leather sport jacket, “I have a potential long term assignment starting today. They will need a substitute teacher for some time until they find a replacement teacher at a school. Apparently, a first-grade teacher attacked one of her students today and is now in jail. I will be filling in until they find a replacement.”
“Unless they decide to make you the replacement,” Scarlet replied, “It wasn’t an apparent situation. The boy read her mind, the teacher reacted bitterly. She is Christian and didn’t like the boy or his parents from the beginning because they were pagans.”
Her mother shrugged and went into the kitchen to start dinner, “My child, why do you always ask questions to which you know the answers to?”
“Makes me seem more normal,” Scarlet replied as she followed her mother into the kitchen.
“What is normal?” Her mother replied, “Everyone is different, everyone has secrets. While they are all different, they all have a commonality to them. The one thing that is the same with all of us is that we are all human.”
“Some of us seem less human than others,” Scarlet mentioned and looked down as she grabbed the pots. She already knew what her mother needed. As she sat the pot on the stove she glanced back to her mother and said, “I want to meet him.”
“I am not sure if his parents will arrange a play date with a teenager,” Her mother replied, “He is seven. You are fourteen.”
“You can call me out of school one day and take me with you to one of the classes. I can sit in the back and make myself not apparent to most of the people there. Only the boy and his friend will notice me because they are like me,” Scarlet mentioned.
“Why do you want to meet him?” She questioned in response.
“I get the feeling that he didn’t mean to read his teacher’s mind,” Scarlet answered, “I want to see if that is true. His abilities could be wild. He might need some training. If they aren’t wild then someone might need to seal his abilities away if he doesn’t want to control them.”
“What makes you think his parents haven’t tried to train him already?” Her mother questioned.
“I don’t know. I haven’t tried to read his parent’s minds yet,” Scarlet mentioned, “I only read their minds because I heard him cry out during the attack. He could be like me; his parents don’t have telepathy but he does.”
“You seemed to have been able to deal with that well,” Her mother mentioned as she started to fill the pot with water and vegetables, “Your abilities are well controlled and you seem to be well developed as well.”
“He is not coming along as well,” Scarlet argued, “By the time I was his age, I could control the telepathy and make sure I don’t read the minds of those I don’t want to.”
Her mother sighed, “Well, it will be a couple of days before he gets back. His mother decided to take him to see some family after the accident. She decided that he needed some light after the darkness he faced.”
“That’s probably the best for him,” Scarlet nodded, “Do you think I can train him if he needs it?”
“You want to be a teacher?” Her mother smiled, “If you can manage to swing with all of the key players then I don’t have a problem with it. Just don’t lose sight of your own schooling while you take this boy under your wing.”
It’s Friday and uncertainty waits in the wings. It could be a two day weekend or it could be a very short weekend and a lonely Sunday at work, working on prototypes to help the project with a deadline if everything comes together. Luck doesn’t seem to be on your side this week; the system feels like it is crashing, its against you at every turn. It’s spring, it’s warm outside, you want to frolic like a kid and you don’t want to shoe horn yourself into that clown car with no A/C anymore but every time you go to try to get a the car you are looking for, the broken system of luck bites you in the A$$! what to do…
I missed last week because deadlines are looming and as deadlines loom on a department level, my anxiety goes through the roof. I bottle it up to keep calm at work so I do my best to keep sane by writing when I get the chance. Instead of a blog post last week I wrote some bonus chapters for the Templar line that I can post on here in a couple of weeks. This week was filled with even more anxiety so I haven’t had time to research anything dealing with psychokinetic lore. most of that section will be short and come from memory. Sorry for the rushed feel.
Psychokinesis and Telekinesis are typically used interchangeably to describe the same set of powers which may, or may not, be different. I have divided them into two categories. The first category is Psychokinesis which I define as the mental control of energy.
That seems to be a broad term but it is accurate. There are tales of people that can control fire and lightning which are all forms of energy. While they can control Kinetic and potential energy, they are not to be confused with Telekinesis which will be covered next GPFriday. They can choose if an object accelerates through space or stops, they can trade out the potential and kinetic energy in an object but they cannot control precision movement (such as picking up an object and causing it to float still and silent in the air).
Well, unfortunately life is busy this week. There won’t be a GPFriday next week on account of Mothers Day weekend. Depending on how some other projects at work go the week after that, we may not have a blog that following friday as well. It all depends on what happens.
The may question is: What is the weirdest/coolest thing you ever had to research for your story?
I am going to put a disclaimer here now: this may reveal some plot points for 2 novels that I have published and one that is coming out in 2018. if you have an interest in reading the two that are out or plan on reading the third novel when it comes out then read beyond at your own risk.
Any science fiction writer (and historical fiction writer for that matter) will tell you that you have to do a lot of research to write credible science fiction. it is one thing to pull something extraordinary out of hammer space but another thing to not have that object or plot point with the object ripped apart by anyone who knows a little bit about science and physics. It only gets worse when you factor in that most people now carry instant access to the internet in their pocket, Gene Roddenberry would be so proud and horrified by the smart phone. It makes his tricorder look more like an old palm pilot than a piece of sophisticated equipment.
You might be confused if you have read the first 2 templar novels, they are more urban fantasy than science fiction. Let me introduce you to an interesting fact about myself. I am an open minded skeptic (sounds like an oxymoron like military intelligence but it’s not i assure you). I am a Druid, i believe a lot in spirituality but I am also a technophille in the worst way. I once referred to the data center i work in as a silicon forest, i may not be that far off the mark, after all I work in R&D and there are some problems and solutions where even the architects and technologists (people who know WAY more about this stuff than me) don’t understand. In short I tend to write science fiction as well as urban fantasy.
In one novel, soon to be published, I was working on a propulsion system, a faster than light system. We all know about warp drive, thank you star trek, and there are several equations floating around the theoretical physics word showing that warp is possible. The one i gravitate to most is the one where it creates a field of negative gravity behind the ship and a field of positive gravity in front of the ship. The ship “falls” through space reaching faster than light speeds. the ship itself never really moves but the space around the ship does; hence the term warp.
That isn’t the cool part, that is coming up. The power demands set by those equations are enormous. There are generally 2 ways to get around this. the first one is to use the star trek method; a matter and anti-matter reaction, the second is to use fusion, create an artificial star and harvest the radiation from the reaction. Believe it or not, the technology exists on earth, NOW, to create anti matter and to initiate fusion.
Science fiction always relies on the author researching the current technology and physics. Take the science and understand it. The FICTION is usually making it smaller and readily available. Carbon batteries is a good example of science fiction that is slowly becoming fact. The theory is there but the technology is a good 30-50 years away, at best, from making it affordable. if you don’t know what carbon batteries are, they will be a game changer in everything powered by batteries once the technology is affordable and reliable.
In space, safety is important. I always took an issue with the star trek way of powering their FTL engines. You have to use magnetic containment to keep anti matter from reacting in the worst way with its surroundings, they make up problems with the core, heck, the core having an issue is a plot point for episodes. In my universe, my characters don’t want to deal with an engine breakdown unless they do something that is going to break the engine or neglect to take care of it (thank you firefly). I chose fusion as their powersource.
The fusion core is fairly simple; you have 192 lasers targeting the center of a sphere, at the center of that sphere is a small amount of hydrogen (could be protium-the hydrogen we are used to dealing with, deuterium, or tritium-the unstable neutron dense form of hydrogen). The pressure of the lasers pushes the hydrogen atoms together, overcoming the weak electromagnetic force and exciting the strong nuclear force resulting in fusing the atoms together. You need to have a cluster of atoms for a self sustaining reaction, you will create beryllium and helium and some other trace compounds, they will quickly split back into hydrogen and back into helium under the pressure; essentially the fusion cycle. I over simplified the fusion cycle but that isn’t as important.
The cool part is where i got the 192 lasers from. in California there is a research center where they actually do this. Now their facility is larger than the building I work in (the fiction is the fusion engine in the book is about the size of a small medicine ball). When I saw a picture of the facility I realized I saw part of the device before.
Yes that picture above is part of the device. It was featured in Startek: Into Darkness. That is a real life fusion plant. Those large pylons sticking off of the central sphere are the specialized Fiber optics that direct the laser beams to the firing chamber. I wonder how many people thought that was just props?
Ah it’s friday night. You finished a rough project at work and finished a novel, your brain aches but you enjoyed a rare night out with your family. now its time for light reading so you can let your brain crash.
Suppose for a moment that you were working on a project at work, a couple days in, your boss tells you that the project has gotten the attention of Technologists, sales engineers, and solutions architects and no pressure but make sure your documentation is extra polished.
A telepath would probably feel the anxiety in your mind climb to new levels, if you weren’t used to that attention, but what would an empath feel.
Some say that Empaths are the the opposite side of the telepathy coin. The mythology on Empathy is scant, this is more of a modern invention using the old greek work Empathos which means to know how it feels. That sums up the psychic ability of Empathic ability; to know how someone is feeling physically. Some science fiction (including me) take it a bit further and say that they could heal or harm by touch or sometimes by thought.
So physical anxiety: they would feel the negative adrenaline rush, the shaky feeling as cortisol pumps through my system. They’d feel my stomach churn, suddenly becoming empty as if I hadn’t eaten anything at all for a week. They’d feel my blood pressure drop (I suffer from really low blood pressure and I figured out a long time ago that it sometimes DROPS when I’m under stress). They wouldn’t have a clue why I am feeling the physical onset of anxiety but they would be feeling it.
I would also go on to say that the average empath could influence physical emotions as well. They could cause someone to feel anxiety when none exists, they could cause someone to feel repulsion or arousal at the drop of a hat. They could cause someone to feel sick or feel better even if they aren’t sick or don’t really feel better. The strongest among them could actually heal or harm with a touch, maybe do it from a distance.
In a world where they wanted their existence concealed it would make perfect sense that if someone got too close to the truth that a telepath could wipe out memories of finding the truth or geas a person to go away. It would also make sense to make the human suffer anemia or get stricken with a flu or get hospitalized with an unknown illness if they got too close to discovering the truth of an empath. It would also be more convienent if they could do it from a distance “i had nothing to do with john getting sick, must have been something he ate, maybe someone poisoned him.” one could say.
next up: Telekinesis. Stay tuned.
It’s Friday, you’re feeling fried from a long and hard day of work, looking for a bit of light reading where you don’t have to think. You’ve come to the right place!
Telepaths: The very name conjures up impressions of people who can read the minds of others and control the actions of people around them. It’s almost biblical in proportion and it is where our journey of psychics starts off.
From myth and legend: It seems to be as old of legend. People being able to read the minds of others. Being able to control the thoughts of others and being able to control the thoughts of others. It is the power that everyone secretly fears the most. It is for the reasons that someone can always know all of your secrets and control your thoughts.
Mediums: Mediums are those that can communicate with spirits, both those of the dearly departed as well as demons and other creatures that have never lived to begin with. They share the rank with telepaths in the myth and legend of witches and wizards that can read minds and control thoughts if only that they are lumped together with those that practice magic. usually they appear separately in myth.
In my world: I have lumped them together under the umbrella of Telepathy. The spiritual aspect of telepathy is being able to communicate with the spirits of the departed and with the spirits locked away within living beings and places as well. Telepaths in my world can usually read minds and sometimes plant subtle suggestions but rarely can they do more than that. Usually they can do more with each other than they can with the normal people around them.
Psychology has perhaps done the most to allow telepaths to hide from other people around them than it has done to actually expose them. Those who have learned about their abilities and learned to control them have also learned about all of the sub vocal communications that humans tend to do. Humans have also learned that people can communicate so well with that, people can seem to “read each other’s minds or intentions” without actually being telepathic. Any time a telepath slips up they can blame this sub vocal talent as a reason for knowing what someone was thinking. That only serves to muddy the waters and make it harder to figure out when someone was just reading between the lines and when someone was reading someone’s mind.