I DIDN'T WRITE this...SERIOUS... FROM SOME STANGE FOLK ON WWW
Channel: Jamboy Phd
Date: 02/11/2017

I TRIED TO SAVE AS THIS WEBPAGE...
https://www.popsci.com/diy/article/2012-04/you-built-what-portable-x-ray-machine
saved it as ...
file:///C:/Users/user/Desktop/Portable%20X-Ray%20Machine%20_%20Popular%20Science%20-WEB-wwwCOM.htm
then this appeared

I'll never unstand this goddamned job. Hoshier Miller.I thought. it was always a thought, he was just drunk enough, sedated, thinking easily assuredly.
 the glory of war, and the Sand Fart he was going to meet wasgoing to put him in another arms race to the top where his people made most of the best.
 He was top and head of valuable information. THIS story is fictional. Beautiful information. He was valued. He was a stratigist. He was in a
hype of human be hive basically in a honey war with behives, he also wrote fiction, but did he write this...WHO knnows, I will tell it all in third and 
first person mode, it is so secretive both will be needed to scape judgementfancy litterary escape. This is all about money, super money, and the
 millitary, and a third part of a trangle. Who knows? Because if I sit on this airplane seat, and figure it all out. While I fly though the clouds this
upteenth time higher than nteenth Then I can say I made it that I have succesfully foiled mine own Govermenth. 
 To the higher courts I made it all up, even if it is belivable.

Joanna was a flight attendant and she had aquired an ability to read minds but only if saliva contact had been made, Thank God this guy drinks she tought, she
had never read the mind of a millitary General. It only takes one sip of Vodka, he had thought about three wars already, three dozen types of Rockets, buildings
for them, she had seen things, interesting things,
this middle East looked like a hundred different micronations, Oil places, mineral Places, it was a bizzare of death, it felt like being a Shark in the bottom
of the Sea in the "Middle fucking East" his thoughts were the most interesting on the plane, he was writing them, in a freaky circus carnaval, the KILLING
BUESNESS. When her eyes focused on herself, it was a boring quiet first class, reading minds made the job Easier, cover covered the power Tatoos up, it was an
Easy power to hide, to dots in her hairline, hair was dark thick and covered the dots up. Most chose to hide them, most can't understand, very few suspected anyone,
but I can read minds and have a single dot- a mind reader dot. The News still can't figure out whats happening. But people with dots talk about their dot's the
single dots are the rarest, that's all I know, I also belive I am the greatest among the mind readers.

"People with powers.."

She wispered an unknown voice.

"Three years people with powers, why couldn't it happen to me this must be hell, what if killing myself gives me powers, I have to have powers, maybe I should check 
if I have a tatoo in the bathroom, maybe mine just grew late..."

It made her chuckle.

Then "What if someone on this plane has one?"

"Just keep thinking about Suicide she thought. Focus on that."


It was one in five thousand. Reading minds also gave the steward a sence of just how sparse they were, in the hour it took to read the entire crew she finished a chapter of
Slaughter House five with the hyperfocus she could achive, just by listening in on the word Dot or Tatoo or power she could pick out the self conversations from the front all the 
way to the near cabbin animals at the tail of the plane, but mainly Dogs talked in barks yelps various emotional noises. Some birds did say human words in their minds, and Cats
 in heat made strange noises.
At most only 23 minds could be read at once. And only three people had even met somone with powers, the General, an old man in, 2nd class. Fire. His brother. Dead, killed by Goverment
three years ago on September 23, PowerDay, on September 2017. Ma