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His nervous pooled and twisted in the pit of his stomach, yet Mickael could not deny that there was excitement there too, bubbling and fizzing as if it was boiling over. Anxiety and excitement, after all, could feel very similar if one was not skilled at discerning the difference between the two. Sometimes, that could be confusing -- well, it had been confusing for him when he had still been trying to sort his emotions out in his life.
His teenage years had not been as kind to him as Mickael wanted to recollect. Yet there was no changing the past.
Instead, Mickael looked ahead, shutting a door on the past. He had powers, powers beyond what he could ever have expected or even hoped for. Truthfully, the notion had never crossed his mind that he could have been a Psion all along. It would be a different form of study to learn about his new powers and, of course, Psions had a wide variety of very lucrative, profitable and interesting careers that they could pursue. It was not as if he was ever going to be tied down to only one thing, which helped settle him a little more too. He never liked doing one thing and only one thing; the idea of doing one thing only for the rest of his life, to make the best use of his powers, made his stomach churn.
Maybe I could even work on hyperspace and space travel, he thought, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. That would be interesting... Yet I've never even been this far from home before.
He could have been more widely travelled than he was, but there was no way to change that, in hindsight. What would it be like to go off-world though? It seemed so far away and yet the reality of it was that he would be going off the planet for his serious training and exploration of his powers in no time at all. It all depended on when they had enough Psions at the centre to ship them off and start them all together. It seemed like a sensible way to do it -- but Mickael was hardly experienced with things like that.
At least I'm a low threat... Whatever that means, he thought. The agent... Hey, I never got his name, did I? At least it means that I get to go around here wherever I like, I think. Suppose there will be some locked doors.
And, of course, he could not get out of the Paranormal Affairs Centre, which was notable. Mickael shivered, feeling shut in already. He'd never been locked in somewhere before, nothing like that. Yet it was not as if he had ever been someone who always wanted to be out and about. He wasn't even curious when it came to his surroundings, preferring texts and sciences that could be studied in laboratories.
Before his heart could pang once more for the career and the life that he had expected for himself and had to leave behind, Mickael shook himself and headed to the door.
Time for a distraction.
He would, however, have to find a way to distract himself, as, apparently, a batch of Psions in training had only just left the planet, so he was, in fact, the only newly awakened Psion there.
Which could be very good or very bad. Or, perhaps, more boring than bad.
Of course, they had told him also not to try to use his powers, though he did have a map and directions to the main office, if ever needed. So, he could go somewhere to ask for help.
Poking his head out of his door, he mused at the long, grey corridor. That had to be where the rooms of the other Psions would be -- filled once the Psions arrived. How long would it even take for enough Psions to arrive for it to be worth taking them off-world? He didn't have any concept at all of things like that.
He wondered just what he was to do if his powers came to the forefront again, especially if he was unaware of them. The cameras in the public areas were quite obvious, one pointing down the hallway at that very moment, but he was sure that there were many more discreet ones positioned all over the centre too. The fact that the camera had been left visible meant it was intended to act as a deterrent.
Fantastic.
Mickael pressed his lips together wryly. It would have been more interesting there, he had to admit, if he had someone, anyone, to go around with, at least to distract his attention somewhat. But he couldn't let the clawing twists of loneliness get a hold into his soul, oh no. So, he paced out lightly and closed the door behind him. The key that he had was electronic, coded to his door. He only hoped that it would not fail and make him traipse all the way up to the office.
Mickael didn't know as much about Psions as he would have liked to and made a mental note to see if there was a library there, so he could at least do a bit of studying while he was alone and stuck for anything else to do. He didn't have his phone, of course, and there were gaming systems too that had to have been left at home. Everything modern, those days, had online communications and ways to contact others. It probably wouldn't have taken all that much to hook them up to the centre's systems, their connection to the online networks, even if he was not supposed to.
Yet Mickael had no pointed direction to go in, dipping in and out of buildings aimlessly. The bedrooms and common areas seemed to be all in one three-storey building, which suggested that there was only a moderately limited number of Psions that were expected to be there at any one time. Curious... When he had been transported there, he had thought that it may even be the size of a town, though his judgement on the scale of the operation had been off-base there.
There were green areas between the buildings, connected by paths, as if it had a university campus feel about it, though that was another thought that Mickael had to push back, ignoring as he walked. The quiet, however, was disconcerting, the lack of birdsong in the air lending an artificial, surreal quality to the air.
Beyond the walls, a force-field glittered and flickered. His lips pressed together. Yet another note, by presence of making it known that there was a force-field keeping him there, that he was being contained and that he was being watched.
The constant surveillance was going to get to him sooner or later and Mickael shivered. What if they had bugged his room too, watching him even while he slept? In a way, it made sense that they would be keeping tabs on the newly awakened, though it didn't make it any more comfortable for him to think of his privacy being invaded quite like that.
Just another thing that, for the moment, he had to put from his mind. Surely not every area of the centre, however, could be monitored? There had to be somewhere, maybe a staff area or something, that he could slip into, just to feel like he was finally alone with his thoughts and sensibly at peace.
He exhaled softly as he made his way into an area where trees were planted. They looked like cherry blossoms, the pink petals rather distinctive as they were his mother's favourite, though the flowers were bigger and bolder than even he remembered. Maybe that was another thing that was different there, Psions even able to feed their power into plants to improve the soil?
