ElijahRyne
A Hermit that’s NOT that Lazy, currentlycomplainen
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I was flipping perspective and was wondering which fit better.
A
or B
A
“Wake up.”
My groggy mind felt a distant voice brush against it.
“You seem like an interesting addition to my experiment.” A whisper of the voice scratched again. “Your heading to an unrecorded plane, your goal is to help me gain data on it.” The voice grew farther and farther away as it tapped its message.
…
It was a boring day at the university. I had 4 hours of psychic training before lunch. Training consisted of floating through 7 obstacle courses, phasing through electronics without interfacing, interfacing with 5 trees and 2 rocks, and a lecture on the practical uses of those exercises. I don’t know if I am lucky that training programs are tailored to the individual. If they had me on any of my classmates' programs, maybe they would finally allow me to flunk out. I never wanted to be here in the first place, but my family signed me up when they realized that I had a slightly above average skill in psionics. Now I am forced to work for the University for a minimum of 3 years after my training. Despite the fact that my capabilities and understanding of my ability has not improved in my four months of ‘studies’.
I floated up into the sky to clear my mind. The strong cold wind paired with the slight falling feeling in my ankles has always calmed my mind. It reminds me of the exhilaration I felt jumping off swings at the height of their momentum when I was a kid. Except now I don’t have to touch the ground until I want to.
I always found it strange that the blue sky could obscure the ground above us during the day. There was about two hours before the light fades. I looked up at the sky squinting trying to see the continent above me. I floated as high as I could. It was impossible for me to reach the point where gravity flips, but that didn’t stop me from trying. The atmosphere became thicker to the point it felt like I was swimming.
It became difficult for me to breathe so I stopped and looked around. The thick blue atmosphere shimmered and rippled as the daylight danced through it. It was then that I saw something falling from what looked like a fracture in the blue sky. I hurriedly caught up with it. It was a rectangular object that was falling fairly slowly. As I neared I realized it was a book, yet the cover was closed. I plucked the book from its fall before looking back to the fracture in the sky. There was nothing there, as if it was a fragment of my imagination. Looking back at the book, it was an old thick book. It was large enough for me to require two hands to hold it. It had a black leather cover, with an eye and ear stitched into both sides with a green thread. I let myself slowly fall to the ground before trying to open the book. The cover refused to budge. I tucked the book in between my left arm & shoulder, before Itried phasing my right hand and interfacing with the book, but my hand couldn’t pass through.
I walked back to my dorm to drop the book off before heading to lunch. There was something strange about this book. I didn’t want anyone else to have it. I hurried to my room before putting it on a shelf. I made sure to lock the door behind me.
…
As the message faded, I began to fall. I couldn’t see anything as I did. I must have been falling fast as my ears heard the growing roar of the wind. Then it stopped. A hand caught me by half my face. The tip of their fingers touched my ear, as my eye was held by their palm. Then they used their other hand to flip my spine. I was spun around as I felt myself float to the ground. Then the hands tried to rip me open. Then my head was tucked in their armpit before they began to walk. After a couple of minutes I was sat down before I heard a door shut and lock. What the fuck just happened.
My groggy mind felt a distant voice brush against it.
“You seem like an interesting addition to my experiment.” A whisper of the voice scratched again. “Your heading to an unrecorded plane, your goal is to help me gain data on it.” The voice grew farther and farther away as it tapped its message.
…
It was a boring day at the university. I had 4 hours of psychic training before lunch. Training consisted of floating through 7 obstacle courses, phasing through electronics without interfacing, interfacing with 5 trees and 2 rocks, and a lecture on the practical uses of those exercises. I don’t know if I am lucky that training programs are tailored to the individual. If they had me on any of my classmates' programs, maybe they would finally allow me to flunk out. I never wanted to be here in the first place, but my family signed me up when they realized that I had a slightly above average skill in psionics. Now I am forced to work for the University for a minimum of 3 years after my training. Despite the fact that my capabilities and understanding of my ability has not improved in my four months of ‘studies’.
I floated up into the sky to clear my mind. The strong cold wind paired with the slight falling feeling in my ankles has always calmed my mind. It reminds me of the exhilaration I felt jumping off swings at the height of their momentum when I was a kid. Except now I don’t have to touch the ground until I want to.
I always found it strange that the blue sky could obscure the ground above us during the day. There was about two hours before the light fades. I looked up at the sky squinting trying to see the continent above me. I floated as high as I could. It was impossible for me to reach the point where gravity flips, but that didn’t stop me from trying. The atmosphere became thicker to the point it felt like I was swimming.
It became difficult for me to breathe so I stopped and looked around. The thick blue atmosphere shimmered and rippled as the daylight danced through it. It was then that I saw something falling from what looked like a fracture in the blue sky. I hurriedly caught up with it. It was a rectangular object that was falling fairly slowly. As I neared I realized it was a book, yet the cover was closed. I plucked the book from its fall before looking back to the fracture in the sky. There was nothing there, as if it was a fragment of my imagination. Looking back at the book, it was an old thick book. It was large enough for me to require two hands to hold it. It had a black leather cover, with an eye and ear stitched into both sides with a green thread. I let myself slowly fall to the ground before trying to open the book. The cover refused to budge. I tucked the book in between my left arm & shoulder, before Itried phasing my right hand and interfacing with the book, but my hand couldn’t pass through.
I walked back to my dorm to drop the book off before heading to lunch. There was something strange about this book. I didn’t want anyone else to have it. I hurried to my room before putting it on a shelf. I made sure to lock the door behind me.
…
As the message faded, I began to fall. I couldn’t see anything as I did. I must have been falling fast as my ears heard the growing roar of the wind. Then it stopped. A hand caught me by half my face. The tip of their fingers touched my ear, as my eye was held by their palm. Then they used their other hand to flip my spine. I was spun around as I felt myself float to the ground. Then the hands tried to rip me open. Then my head was tucked in their armpit before they began to walk. After a couple of minutes I was sat down before I heard a door shut and lock. What the fuck just happened.
“Wake up.”
My groggy mind felt a distant voice brush against it.
“You seem like an interesting addition to my experiment.” A whisper of the voice scratched again. “Your heading to an unrecorded plane, your goal is to help me gain data on it.” The voice grew farther and farther away as it tapped its message.
As the message faded, I began to fall. I couldn’t see anything as I did. I must have been falling fast as my ears heard the growing roar of the wind. Then it stopped. A hand caught me by half my face. The tip of their fingers touched my ear, as my eye was held by their palm. Then they used their other hand to flip my spine. I was spun around as I felt myself float to the ground. Then the hands tried to rip me open. Then my head was tucked in their armpit before they began to walk. After a couple of minutes I was sat down before I heard a door shut and lock. What the fuck just happened.
…
It was a boring day at the university. I had 4 hours of psychic training before lunch. Training consisted of floating through 7 obstacle courses, phasing through electronics without interfacing, interfacing with 5 trees and 2 rocks, and a lecture on the practical uses of those exercises. I don’t know if I am lucky that training programs are tailored to the individual. If they had me on any of my classmates' programs, maybe they would finally allow me to flunk out. I never wanted to be here in the first place, but my family signed me up when they realized that I had a slightly above average skill in psionics. Now I am forced to work for the University for a minimum of 3 years after my training. Despite the fact that my capabilities and understanding of my ability has not improved in my four months of ‘studies’.
I floated up into the sky to clear my mind. The strong cold wind paired with the slight falling feeling in my ankles has always calmed my mind. It reminds me of the exhilaration I felt jumping off swings at the height of their momentum when I was a kid. Except now I don’t have to touch the ground until I want to.
I always found it strange that the blue sky could obscure the ground above us during the day. There was about two hours before the light fades. I looked up at the sky squinting trying to see the continent above me. I floated as high as I could. It was impossible for me to reach the point where gravity flips, but that didn’t stop me from trying. The atmosphere became thicker to the point it felt like I was swimming.
It became difficult for me to breathe so I stopped and looked around. The thick blue atmosphere shimmered and rippled as the daylight danced through it. It was then that I saw something falling from what looked like a fracture in the blue sky. I hurriedly caught up with it. It was a rectangular object that was falling fairly slowly. As I neared I realized it was a book, yet the cover was closed. I plucked the book from its fall before looking back to the fracture in the sky. There was nothing there, as if it was a fragment of my imagination. Looking back at the book, it was an old thick book. It was large enough for me to require two hands to hold it. It had a black leather cover, with an eye and ear stitched into both sides with a green thread. I let myself slowly fall to the ground before trying to open the book. The cover refused to budge. I tucked the book in between my left arm & shoulder, before Itried phasing my right hand and interfacing with the book, but my hand couldn’t pass through.
I walked back to my dorm to drop the book off before heading to lunch. There was something strange about this book. I didn’t want anyone else to have it. I hurried to my room before putting it on a shelf. I made sure to lock the door behind me.
…
My groggy mind felt a distant voice brush against it.
“You seem like an interesting addition to my experiment.” A whisper of the voice scratched again. “Your heading to an unrecorded plane, your goal is to help me gain data on it.” The voice grew farther and farther away as it tapped its message.
As the message faded, I began to fall. I couldn’t see anything as I did. I must have been falling fast as my ears heard the growing roar of the wind. Then it stopped. A hand caught me by half my face. The tip of their fingers touched my ear, as my eye was held by their palm. Then they used their other hand to flip my spine. I was spun around as I felt myself float to the ground. Then the hands tried to rip me open. Then my head was tucked in their armpit before they began to walk. After a couple of minutes I was sat down before I heard a door shut and lock. What the fuck just happened.
…
It was a boring day at the university. I had 4 hours of psychic training before lunch. Training consisted of floating through 7 obstacle courses, phasing through electronics without interfacing, interfacing with 5 trees and 2 rocks, and a lecture on the practical uses of those exercises. I don’t know if I am lucky that training programs are tailored to the individual. If they had me on any of my classmates' programs, maybe they would finally allow me to flunk out. I never wanted to be here in the first place, but my family signed me up when they realized that I had a slightly above average skill in psionics. Now I am forced to work for the University for a minimum of 3 years after my training. Despite the fact that my capabilities and understanding of my ability has not improved in my four months of ‘studies’.
I floated up into the sky to clear my mind. The strong cold wind paired with the slight falling feeling in my ankles has always calmed my mind. It reminds me of the exhilaration I felt jumping off swings at the height of their momentum when I was a kid. Except now I don’t have to touch the ground until I want to.
I always found it strange that the blue sky could obscure the ground above us during the day. There was about two hours before the light fades. I looked up at the sky squinting trying to see the continent above me. I floated as high as I could. It was impossible for me to reach the point where gravity flips, but that didn’t stop me from trying. The atmosphere became thicker to the point it felt like I was swimming.
It became difficult for me to breathe so I stopped and looked around. The thick blue atmosphere shimmered and rippled as the daylight danced through it. It was then that I saw something falling from what looked like a fracture in the blue sky. I hurriedly caught up with it. It was a rectangular object that was falling fairly slowly. As I neared I realized it was a book, yet the cover was closed. I plucked the book from its fall before looking back to the fracture in the sky. There was nothing there, as if it was a fragment of my imagination. Looking back at the book, it was an old thick book. It was large enough for me to require two hands to hold it. It had a black leather cover, with an eye and ear stitched into both sides with a green thread. I let myself slowly fall to the ground before trying to open the book. The cover refused to budge. I tucked the book in between my left arm & shoulder, before Itried phasing my right hand and interfacing with the book, but my hand couldn’t pass through.
I walked back to my dorm to drop the book off before heading to lunch. There was something strange about this book. I didn’t want anyone else to have it. I hurried to my room before putting it on a shelf. I made sure to lock the door behind me.
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