Psion Beta (Psion series #1)

by Gowans, Jacob

  Commander Byron’s face faded, and a tutorial appeared on the screen to teach Sammy more about the Teacher. It took him about five minutes to complete. Then the main menu appeared again. When Sammy touched a subject, it broke down into several units. All of these units had dozens of subunits from which to choose. He was staggered by the amount of information, and guessed it would take years to get through the material.

  He chose history and started with the first subunit. The screen displayed information in the form of text, movie clips, news footage, and pictures relating to political history.

  The format of the material made the presentation quite fascinating, but Sammy still found himself losing interest in the female voice that guided him through the information. The only reason he could think of was that she spoke too slow. He stopped the lecture to find the menu allowing him to adjust the speed.

  After another hour, boredom set in again. He turned the speed up a little more. Then a little more. By the time his first session finished, the lady’s voice sounded like she’d inhaled too much helium. On the other hand, Sammy got through over half of one subunit. He was pleased with himself as met up with Brickert. In the cafeteria, he ordered a sub sandwich; Brickert got a hamburger again.

  “Geography was pretty cool,” Brickert said with a mouth full of lunch. “It was mostly stuff about territories, major cities—you know, like that, but some of the other subunits that come later on look really cool. I think I’m saying cool too much. Anyway, a bunch of them deal with important geographical CAG sites. I can’t wait to learn all that!”

  “Didn’t you think the lessons were too slow?” Sammy asked.

  Brickert shook his head. “It seemed fine to me. Maybe it was just your lesson. I mean, it’s totally different than school. You get to pick what you want to learn about. No busy work. I tell you, I wish my old school had been like this.”

  Sammy agreed with him. This new way was definitely better. If he didn’t understand something all he needed to do was touch the subtitle, and the program would offer supplemental information to help him. Best of all, he had no distractions. What if he had to sit through a class with Kobe? Or worse . . . Jeffie? He’d spend the whole class sneaking peeks at her instead of listening.

  “Hey guys,” a voice behind him said. “Mind if we sit by you?”

  Sammy turned to see Kawai carrying her food, her hair still done up in ribbons and feathers, only different colors today to match her outfit. Behind her came Natalia and Jeffie with their own trays. He stopped chewing his food and found that his voice was gone.

  “Um—” Brickert hesitated, looking to Sammy.

  “Sure,” Sammy coughed out, shrugging casually back at Brickert.

  Natalia sat down by Brickert, and Kawai next to Sammy. To Sammy’s disappointment, Jeffie sat on the other side of Kawai.

  “So how was instruction?” Natalia asked. Then she added with a smirk, “Wasn’t it just so much fun?”

  “Not bad,” both boys said.

  “What’d you guys study?” Kawai asked.

  Brickert and Sammy told her what they’d studied.

  “Jeffie and I did history, too.”

  “I started with physics,” Natalia answered. “Well, I thought it said psychics—like talking about our powers. But I got so lost, I stopped it and went to geography.”

  “You thought we’re called psychics?” Jeffie asked.

  Natalia just shrugged, circled her finger around her ear, and made a silly face.

  “Did you think the history lesson was slow?” Brickert asked the girls.

  Kawai shook her head, “No, I liked it. Way better than my old school. Our tribal elders teach school. No kidding, this one guy used to fall asleep mid-sentence at least twice a day.”

  “I liked instruction, too,” Jeffie said to Brickert. “Didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, I did,” Brickert said just as he noticed his fingers were dripping burger grease. Kawai handed over a napkin so he could wipe his hands. “Sammy thought it was really slow.”

  “No—that’s not—I just thought—”

  “Yeah, we can’t all be as good as Super Sammy,” Jeffie said with a scowl just like the one she’d worn last night after Sammy beat her.

  “That’s not what I meant,” he shot back. “I don’t think I’m better than anyone.”

  He saw Kawai and Natalia exchange a wary glance. Brickert’s cheeks turned red.

  “Then why’d you lie about never playing Star Racers before yesterday?” Jeffie asked, looking past Kawai.

  “I didn’t lie,” Sammy answered. Why is she being so dumb?

  “Whatever . . .” she responded. “I played Star Racers a lot before I came here. I can tell when someone’s played before.”

  Sammy didn’t know what to say in return. Jeffie had never talked to him before, had no idea who he was.

  “I—uh—I don’t think he meant that . . . about the lesson, Jeffie,” Brickert tried to say.

  Sammy shook his head at his roommate. He appreciated that Brickert wanted to erase the damage, but the opportunity was gone. Kawai kept eating her food as if she couldn’t hear Sammy and Jeffie, but Natalia’s eyes grew to about twice their normal size and she just stared at them.

  “Sorry,” Brickert muttered so only Sammy could hear.

  “It’s not your fault,” Sammy answered with closed eyes. “Some people are just so small they can’t handle losing.”

  Jeffie started to fire off her next retort, but Sammy got up and disposed of his lunch before he had to hear it. Maybe I should start eating in my bedroom, he thought as he stormed out of the cafeteria. To kill time before simulations, he stalked the halls of the fifth floor to calm himself.

  I can’t believe she thinks I lied about the stupid game.

  When it was time to start simulations, he went to the room assigned to him and tried to open it, but it was locked. He muttered a curse and slumped to the floor. He’d never had to put up with any of this crap before, even at the Grinder. If someone had pissed him off, Sammy punched him until the guards broke them up.

  The stairwell door shut behind him, and Sammy looked to see who was coming. It was Jeffie. She saw him and looked away as she walked past him. Her room opened right when she eye-scanned the door. Just before going in, she turned and glanced at Sammy, her face expressionless.

  Just go away, Jeffie.

  Finally his sim room opened. A sweaty and tired Kaden stepped out. “Hey! You waiting for me to finish?”

  “I guess so.”

  “Pretty excited for your first time?”

  “Yeah,” was all Sammy answered. He’d been thinking more about Jeffie than simulations.

  “Don’t worry if you don’t catch on right away,” Kaden told him. “It took me the better part of—shoot—an hour or two before I figured out how to do a blast properly. I think everyone’s that way.”

  “Oh, really? That’s good.”

  Kaden held the door open for Sammy with one hand and brushed his overgrown, dirty blond hair out of his eyes with the other. “I—uh—heard Kobe hazed you a bit this morning.”

  “Yeah,” Sammy answered. “He’s a real hilarious guy.”

  “He is what he is. He’s my bro. I love him, but he hates losing, in case you couldn’t tell.”

  “No, I had no clue.” He tried to manage a grin for Kaden’s sake, but he wasn’t sure he pulled it off. “How come you and Kobe are so different?”

  Kaden brushed his hair out of his eyes again. He wore his hair much shaggier than Kobe. “Fraternal twins, obviously. But we’re alike.”

  “People play pranks on the nukes all the time here. Just something to get used to. I couldn’t find my underwear for almost a week after I got here. Turned out Kobe did that, too, so maybe it doesn’t count.”

  “I didn’t mean to blow up at him. He caught me off guard. I’m trying to play it cool.”

  “Oh well, no biggie,” Kaden called out as he left. “Good luck in there.”

  Sammy s
tepped into the room. It was much, much bigger than the instruction room. The walls were the same brilliant white that Sammy had come to expect everywhere, but the ceiling was dramatically different. Not only was the ceiling much higher here (he estimated it reached fifteen meters), but it was laced with micro-projectors. Micro-projectors had only one purpose: fully interactive hologram display. The floor was unique, too. It was slightly more flexible and gave off tiny swirls of gray and white wherever he stepped.

  The controls for the room were on a small touch screen near the door. As he read the display, all thoughts of Jeffie vanished.

  UNIT ONE: Primary Skills:

  Introduction

  Precision Blasting

  Jump Blasting

  Blast Variation

  Advanced Jump Blasting

  Hovering

  Landing

  Aerial and Ground Agility

  The only subunit that would open to his touch was the first. Apparently, the subunits had to be completed sequentially. Holding his breath, he pressed the icon for the first unit: Introduction.

  “Welcome to Psion Beta Simulations,” a voice said.

  7. Rankings

  Sammy spun around, startled at the sudden noise. Then he laughed. Byron stood in the middle of the room. Sammy reached out and touched Byron’s arm. “That’s cool.” The arm felt like real flesh, except it wasn’t. It was a hologram.

  “In the introduction unit you will learn how to execute a basic energy burst, or blast’ as we call it. In order to move onto the next section, you must repeatedly perform blasts from the palms of your hands. We have found it helpful to explain the mechanics of a blast to help you accomplish it for the first time.”

  The skin and bone around the hologram’s head disappeared, allowing Sammy to see highlighted parts of his brain.

  “Blasts are voluntary actions controlled in the motor region of the cerebral cortex. A signal is sent from the cerebrum, down the spinal cord, to the hands or feet or both. This triggers the specialized energy conductors in the skin to release the energy into the environment. In time, you will learn to control more aspects of the blast. In this unit, we are only teaching you to voluntarily release the energy. Say ‘yes’ if you are ready to continue.”

  Sammy said “yes” at once.

  “Extend your arms, palms facing out like this.” The hologram of Byron demonstrated the instructions. “Now imagine that you are releasing a blast out of your palm. Focus on the target.”

  A target materialized. Sammy stared at the rings of red circles and tried to imagine a blast of energy going from his hand to the bulls-eye. Nothing happened. He held his breath and tensed up as if he could push it out of his hands. His face turned red, but that was it. His arms shook from holding them up for so long, but still nothing out of the ordinary. When on the brink of passing out, he gasped for more air and tried again.

  After five minutes or so, Byron appeared. “Do not be alarmed if nothing happens. This is common on first attempts. Often a motion or command can be used to trigger the brain. Say the word ‘blast’ out loud, and thrust your hands forward, palms facing the target. Continue this until you feel the blast.”

  Talking out loud to no one was awkward.

  But if it works, it works, right?

  “Blast!” he said, thrusting his arms out and palms forward as he was told. Absolutely nothing. His armpits and neck grew hot.

  “Blast!” he said again, this time with more force.

  Again nothing happened. He repeated it a dozen times until yelling ‘blast!’ seemed like the dumbest idea he’d ever heard. He sat down against the wall. After having such an easy time with the instructions that morning, why was this so hard?

  Mind over matter. I can do it. I’m going to shoot a blast of energy from my hands to the target. When I thrust my arms, the blast is going to come out.

  He climbed back to his feet and stared down the target. “BLAST!” he yelled with a tremendous thrust of his arms. Sweat fell down his brow as he dropped his arms to the side. All the doubts and fears he’d worried over since Commander Byron had told him about his abilities hit him again. I’m no use to them if I can’t do this. They’ll send me back to the Grinder. I’m never going—

  “BLAST!” he screamed.

  Warm energy left his hands. The target splintered and disappeared in dramatic fashion.

  “I DID IT!” he said, throwing his arms up.

  “Very good,” Byron said. “Now try to do it again.”

  The target reappeared. Sammy stopped celebrating and focused himself.

  “Blast!”

  Nothing.

  “BLAST!”

  The warm feeling returned, rushing out of his palms and fingertips.

  “Yes!” he yelled, jumping this time.

  Byron’s hologram requested that he repeat the task a third time. Sammy did it on his first try.

  “Very good. Here are two targets; aim one hand at each and blast them simultaneously.”

  The two targets almost immediately disappeared. Sammy was almost beside himself with giddiness.

  “It seems you now have control over both hands. A series of targets will appear randomly. If they appear on the left side of your body, blast them with the left hand. If on the right side, use the right hand.”

  For sixty seconds the targets appeared, and Sammy blasted them into oblivion. The computer put him through several other exercises designed to teach him to aim the blasts with increasing accuracy. An hour later, he’d finished them.

  “Excellent work. You were nearly perfect. Now it is time to learn to use the soles of your feet. This is called a blast-jump. Remember your feet will give off real, physical energy. When you jump, you exert a force on the ground through your shoes, and are able to leave the ground because the ground exerts a force back on you, lifting you off the ground until the force of gravity pulls you back to earth. When your energy blast hits the ground, the returning force will follow the same principles, and push you off the ground. Sometimes beginners try to physically jump when performing a blast-jump, but this is unnecessary and, at the beginning of your training, counter-productive. The combined force of a jump and jump-blast takes practice and can throw you off balance. For now, try to blast through your feet without jumping. Above you is a high bar, see if you can blast yourself high enough to grab it.”

  A bar appeared five meters above the floor, suspended on nothing but air. Sammy bent his knees as if he were about to jump, but then remembered Byron’s instructions. Against what came naturally, he stood with his legs fairly straight, and prepared to blast through his feet. The nervousness that had disappeared during the hand-blasting exercises returned.

  “Blast!” he shouted, focusing on the energy leaving through his feet. Nothing. Thinking of the steps of the blast again, he prepared himself for a second try.

  “BLAST!”

  He shot from the ground four, five, six meters high. Not expecting to jump so high, he panicked and flailed his arms as he tried to balance. He grabbed at the bar, but missed and plummeted back down to the ground.

  He cried out as he fell. His muscles tensed, and he braced for the inevitable impact. But the ground he hit was very soft, almost like a sponge. After the impact, the floor hardened again. He got up panting and laughing at himself.

  “A good attempt,” Byron commented. “The sensation takes some getting used to. Try again to blast through your feet, this time grabbing hold of the bar.”

  Wiping his sweaty hands on his jumpsuit, Sammy focused on the next blast-jump. Without vocalizing, he blasted up into the air, this time maintaining enough composure to grab the bar and cling to it.

  “Very good. Release your hold on the bar, and the electro-gel floor will cushion your fall.”

  “Now you tell me,” Sammy muttered as he released his grip and landed softly on his feet. He repeated the test three more times, and each time the bar was raised slightly higher. Then Byron congratulated him on successfully completing the third
subunit and invited him to move to the next.

  When Byron’s hologram disappeared, Sammy shouted at the top of his lungs. “It’s real. It’s all real. I can do it!” He sent off another blast from his hands.

  He went back to the computer panel and saw he had used up only ninety minutes of his simulation time. He eagerly began the next unit.

  Byron appeared in the middle of the room again and explained how to control the amount of energy sent out in a blast. Then he put Sammy back to work. Almost three hours and two subunits later, drained and covered with sweat, Sammy left the simulators at the same time as the other new recruits.

  “Sammy,” Brickert exclaimed, “Did you—?”

  “Yeah!” Sammy said, on the verge of freaking out again. “I did!”

  “Me too!”

  “It was so cool!” Natalia added.

  “Did you do it, Jeffie?” Kawai asked.

  Jeffie grinned. “Yeah . . . it was so awesome.”

  “How far did you get, Sammy?” Brickert asked.

  “I got through—” He broke off as he saw Jeffie waiting to hear his response. “I just started the blast jumps.”

  “What was that like?” Brickert asked. “I only just finished doing hand blasts.”

  “It’s unbelievable,” Jeffie said as Sammy started to answer. “There’s this trapeze you have to grab in the air.” She glanced at Sammy with a smug look on her face, but he avoided her eyes by turning his attention elsewhere. His excitement vanished like a popped balloon.

  On their way downstairs, he listened to the others discuss the sims in greater detail. No one had gotten as far as him, but their excitement was the same. They all sat at a table together during dinner. Every so often, a Beta passed by to ask how their first day had gone, but from what Sammy could see, everyone stayed in their own groups. Al stayed and chatted with them the longest.