He quivered, hand raised. Jeff’s fingers curl, trying to project all his energy into the air in front of him. This was like a test, and he’d studied hard for it. Not only from the few books on this rare power, but also watching his PSI-using companions. Jeff felt a little silly, standing here in the moonlit hotel room, hand up and stance wide. Nothing happened, and the crushing sense of failure put his hand back down at his side. But then, he remembers the process: trial and error. Trial and error, until Jeff Andonuts could be on par with them. At this point he could almost feel the magic tingling at the end of his fingers and his resolve strengthened.
But then it broke again, like a cheap machine. Why should I be working for something they were born with? The question lingered as Jeff yawned. All those nights spent fixing machines caught up to him, begging him to sleep. He started dragging himself to bed, but a noise made him stop so fast his glasses jumped t