Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

He didn't react when she touched him he was still absorbed in his grief. There was a change in her appearance, in the way she moved, the way she stood and the presence she gave off, all of a sudden, and she thanked him for making her complete. He wondered idly what he had wrought with letting her touch him, get a sample of his DNA, but he had trouble summoning the will to care. What is this wetness? Does it signify anger at the Reticulans? Or is it a result of your being unable to breathe? He blinked at her. Tears? She was really asking about what tears were? She continued on about deception, and she made several faces he wondered if she was trying out new face muscles. Against his conscious will, he found himself being drawn into discovery mode despite the death sentence for his species, he was contacting an alien life form, apparently the first human to do so, at least to contact this particular individual. That kind of thing had always drawn him out. She sat next to him, and spoke of what they could do, what she expected. Trust? Well, it's not like he had a choice. When she finished, he sighed. All right, first, this water is called tears. Humans shed tears as a result of a variety of reasons, such as eye lubrication, a reaction to physical pain, and as a byproduct of emotional states. There's a lot of brain chemistry involved, but at the moment, I'm grieving over the loss of my entire species. It's not quite anger, although there's that in there, and it's not quite frustration, although that's somewhere in there, too. It's more sadness over the loss, and of losing nearly everybody I've cared about. He looked at her edgewise. It's possible humans may have a wider range of emotional responses than your species, I'm not sure I haven't seen enough of your emotions, yet, and you may not choose to display them the same way I do, even though you wear a body similar to mine. But that's what's happening to me, here. He paused, took a breath, and continued. I won't try to deceive you any longer. Deception only matters when there's an advantage to be gained, and I have no options anymore. Ultimately, I have no future I won't live in slavery, but I'm estimating whatever free humans survive, even if they can find each other, may not be enough for a viable population, so my species is doomed, and so no options. I'll be truthful about anything I tell you, because I have nothing to lose. But understand I enjoy my privacy, and I may not tell you everything I know. But I won't lie, anymore. Then he paused again, and gave her another sidelong look. As it happens, humanity does have some psionic abilities. Compared to some species, they're newborn, but they exist. I know a few telepaths, and there's a secret organization within the government that recruits and trains psionics of all sorts, develops psionic-based technology, and so forth. But they're rare, very rare only one every million or two shows up with any power worth mentioning. Granted, with trillions of humans spread across the colony worlds, that adds up, but even still, a bare handful, and again, spread across the entire volume of the Terran Sector hundreds of cubic parsecs. Trying to find them would be like finding twenty specific molecules scattered through an ocean. And that's assuming any of them were powerful enough or far away enough to resist a telepathic compulsion. Without knowledge of the mechanics of what the Reticulans did, the psionic physics of how their compulsion operated, he couldn't know what was possible, or if resistance was even possible. Before I go on, let me ask you I understand why telepaths would be of value, since the Reticulans work their control telepathically, but why did you mention psychokinetics, specifically?