"But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?"
Simon Palmer
Simon listened quietly as Kyro explained his power to him.
"I believe you," Simon said, "And, by the way, there is a way to prove it."
He sat down next to him and paused a moment, wondering if he should even tell him about the fusion thing. Simon barely understood it himself. He just knew he could do it because it had happened to him on accident a few times. He'd tried to do it on purpose a few times but it wasn't always successful, and it felt very intrusive. Still, it could be a good thing to do to tell Kyro that they were alike and to prove that he was telling the truth.
"I'm...different, too, though I can't do anything like what you can," he said, "I think the best way I can think to explain it is...is like this. I think of people's minds as balloons and their bodies as concrete blocks. Most people have a chain on their balloon that's been put into the concrete before it dried. Unless one pops the balloon, an obviously fatal move, the balloon won't leave the block. My balloon, er, mind, has a string on it with just a knot keeping it in place that I can untie whenever I want. I can leave my body and wander around wherever in, I guess you could call it an astral form. That's about where the analogy ends though since it doesn't do a good job of explaining the other part to my ability. This is also where proving you're telling the truth comes in, but I won't do it if you don't want me to."
Of course here was the tricky part where he imagined people would start to get freaked out.
"When I'm in my astral form I can fuse my mind with the mind of someone else and I can hear whatever it is they're thinking at the time. I can't go digging around on my own though. I'm just along for the ride. It's like mind reading but more intensive since I can see pictures and memories they're thinking of too," he said.
"We were born with nothing,
And we sure as hell have nothing now.
These are the things,
The things we lost,
The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire."
Leslie StuartLeslie smiled and picked up the rock Kayden selected,
"Perfect. How does a bird sound? I'm making you a bird. Watch closely, college boy," she said.
She put the rock down and put her hands over it. Then it began to levitate off the table until it was suspended between her palms. It turned slowly as she tried to find a good starting place. Then she stopped it and got to work. A crack appeared near the top of the rock and spread across a little nub she decided would be the head. Pieces broke off and drifted outwards a ways before clattering to the table. She repeated this process of making small pieces break off. Gradually the shape of a bird's head began to emerge. Once she was finished shaping the head she moved on to the body, and then to the tail. Once she was finished carving out the shape she started up her polisher and did a few quick touch ups. She set the finished product on the table in front of Kayden. She swept the left over rock bits onto the ground with her hand.
"There you are, sir. Enjoy."
She noticed a girl standing a ways away, watching her and Kayden.
"Don't be shy, miss. I promise I don't bite," she called. 
