2 Corruption

by John O'Riley

  “I’ve been analyzing the predictions made by all the precognitives at Psi-Tech and I’ve seen a pattern of gaps of information that you report compared to what others have reported. For instance, it’s obvious that you’re protecting the identity of future telepaths. You know that they are a threat to us and that they must be eliminated so you conceal their identities from us,” Sharon said coolly. She paused for a moment to give Emily an opportunity to speak before continuing. “Fortunately, I believe we have virtually every individual who will become a telepath identified. I don’t know if you realize this but my security operatives have already begun neutralizing these threats.”

  Telepaths were the greatest threat to Psi-Tech. As a group, the precognitives had foreseen the development of the ability for telepaths to create group psychic links that allowed for unimaginable increases in their secondary abilities. This revolutionary discovery would occur in approximately four years and cause a major power shift that Psi-Tech wouldn’t allow.

  “You’re killing innocent people!” Emily’s gut twisted with a potent mixture of revulsion and horror. “You make me sick!”

  “You don’t even know them. Why do you care what happens to them? I’ve provided a safe haven for you and everything that you need to live comfortably. Why do you try to undermine this company and all the good it does?”

  “You kidnapped me and kept me a prisoner here for years! You expect me to be grateful?” Emily regarded the director with incredulous disbelief.

  Sharon stilled and her eyes narrowed vengefully.

  “You don’t understand what a pitiful life you would have suffered if I hadn’t intervened and enhanced your natural psychic ability. I know it’s difficult for you to believe but things are a lot better for you now. Unfortunately, time is running out and I need to know what you’ve been hiding. The cataclysmic event is going to be a great transformation but only if Psi-Tech can control the chaos that results from it. If we can’t maintain order, society will be plunged into anarchy. And it will be entirely your fault for failing to report what you’ve seen.”

  “I’ve told you everything I know,” Emily said. Anxiety clawed at her gut and made her body icy with terror. She hoped that Sharon didn’t figure out her secret. Sharon had sent a number of psychometrists to sense impressions from various objects and furniture in her living quarters but they had failed to uncover anything useful.

  “Today is the big day,” Sharon said. “The fragments of the comet passing through have already started to enter the Earth’s atmosphere. It’s only a matter of time before the electrical storms begin. Everything and everyone will be different. You can’t stop that.”

  “I know I can’t stop it,” Emily said tonelessly.

  “Then why aren’t you cooperating?” Sharon demanded. “I’m at my wit’s end with you! I’ve coddled you because you’re an important asset to Psi-Tech but if you refuse to cooperate, I’ll be forced to use extreme measures. I hate to see you suffer but I’m going to have to put a stop to all your meals until you comply. Furthermore, you’ll be handcuffed to your office chair with a security operative standing guard at all times. At night, you’ll be handcuffed to your bed. You know the drill.”

  Emily swallowed as adrenaline rushed through her. She’d endured this scenario many times. They’d carefully monitored her condition and hadn’t allowed her to starve to death. When it came to a critical point, they’d fed her minimally then switched tactics.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Emily said shakily. “I’ve done the best job possible for you.”

  “It looks like you’re not going to cooperate with me,” Sharon said regretfully as she returned to her former position behind her desk. “I was hoping you would voluntarily help me. You have a good life and I hope that you will allow me to continue to support you in that. I need to know what you’re keeping from me. If you tell me now, we can avoid any unpleasantness. It’s your call.”

  Emily swallowed nervously and waves of dread threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn’t endure any more torture. She’d already suffered long enough. Maybe she could tell Sharon something that wouldn’t hurt her chance to escape this dreadful place. Or maybe she could make up a complete fabrication; a false threat that would occupy Sharon’s mind long enough to leave Emily alone until she could make her move. Emily’s thoughts churned frantically for a solution to this dilemma.

  “All right,” Emily said with a defeated slump of her shoulders and a weary sigh. “I’ll tell you.”

  Sharon’s lips curved in a satisfied smile and she quickly brought out a tape recorder so she could save the entire discussion and have her assistant type it up later.

  “You’ve made a wise decision,” she said. “You may begin whenever you’re ready.”

  Sharon pressed the record button and waited expectantly. Emily took a deep breath as she mentally prepared her fictitious tale.

  “There is a serious threat that will come about as a result of the new psychics who will be made in the aftermath of the electric storms. You remember reading about my reports on the multipaths?” Emily asked. The question was a delaying tactic to give herself valuable time to further enhance her story.

  “Yes, I recall them. Multipaths are those psychics whose abilities inexplicably expand. They become level nines and they begin to exhibit more and more secondary abilities that are just as strong as their primary ability. All multipaths die within three weeks from the onset of their symptoms.”

  Now it was time for a half-truth. Emily knew the secret to saving multipaths but only in theory. She’d seen how they were saved in the future but the technique wouldn’t be discovered for more than thirty years.

  “What I failed to mention is that a quarter of the multipaths that are created from the aftermath of the electric storms will somehow learn to control and stabilize their abilities which will allow them to live. With their precognitive abilities, they will quickly realize telepaths are in danger and move to get as many to safety as possible. They will go into hiding,” Emily said.

  Sharon stiffened and her brown eyes blazed with fury.

  “This is a terrible betrayal! I can’t believe you hid this from me! None of the precognitives reported that any multipaths would survive so we never bothered to identify them for elimination! This is a serious threat!” She sputtered as she reached out and snapped the recorder off. “Go back to your quarters at once and begin working to identify the multipaths!”

  “Okay,” Emily said meekly.

  She headed for the door as Steve opened it for her.

  “One more thing,” Sharon said in a chilling tone. “If you ever hide anything like this from me again, you will be severely punished!”

  Emily didn’t bother responding to this threat. She knew for a fact that she wouldn’t reside in this facility for much longer. Sharon would order her execution soon or she’d escape. There were no alternate outcomes. Steve’s brooding presence further exacerbated Emily’s fears of discovery. Steve Drake was the only research manager who ran these types of errands for Sharon. If it wasn’t him who summoned Emily for a visit with Sharon, it would always be a security operative rather than a research manager. Emily knew the two of them were having an affair. Other psychics had discovered this information as well but all of them were prisoners rather than employees so they kept quiet about their discovery. Steve had grown aloof and distant with his wife over the years and had seen Sharon’s interest in him as a great opportunity for power. And it had furthered his career just as he’d anticipated. Sharon had promoted him from a tech assistant to a research manager in spite of his lack of any supervisory experience or skill. His performance remained lackluster since he was just as incompetent in his current position as his former one but she was the boss so that didn’t matter.

  “You were wise to cooperate,” Steve said as they approached her room.

  He opened the door for her and she stepped inside her living quarters. Steve quickly closed and locked the door behind her.
Emily’s eyes roved over her prison then rested on the laptop computer situated on the cheap desk shoved in the corner. She took several, deep calming breaths then purposefully shoved all thoughts of her plans for escape out of her mind. It was essential that she controlled her thoughts and emotions when touching any object in order to avoid leaving any psychic residue that would betray her hopes for freedom. Emily took plenty of time centering herself and plunging her mind into a deep meditative state. Once she was certain she had gained complete control of her thoughts, she sank into her desk and prepared to record psychic impressions of the future. She hated to give the names of those individuals who would become multipaths; however, she’d spoken the truth. They would all die within three weeks once the onset of symptoms had begun. Even her older brother, Jeremy Winters, who believed her to be dead. But he was one name that Emily wouldn’t give and she carefully avoided thinking about him whatsoever as she typed in a name of one person who came to her.

  In a way, Emily was giving the future telepaths a fighting chance to fulfill their destiny by throwing Psi-Tech on a wild goose chase. The company already had so many targets that it would take years to hunt down all the telepaths but now, Emily gave them an even greater task by providing a huge list of psychics who would perish on their own anyway. If she hadn’t remained in such a deep trance, her mind would burst with glee over this deception. After hours of work, Emily slowly became aware of pain nibbling away at the fringes of her consciousness. She mentally withdrew from her work and redoubled her efforts to remain in a meditative state which would partially protect her from the negative effects of the electrical storm which she intuitively knew had arrived. The lights in the room flickered then went out. Her computer became the only source of illumination as it was plugged into battery backup. The automatic program initiated, saving all programs and shutting down the hard drive.

  Enough of the elements in the passing comet had been introduced into the Earth’s atmosphere to initiate a worldwide disruption that would transform every living being on this planet. Even in her current meditative state, she would succumb to unconsciousness which would precede the transformation. Emily slipped from her chair and positioned herself so she was lying flat on her back on the floor. She closed her eyes and focused completely on going deeper into a controlled trance. For months, she’d practiced this exercise which was critical to her plan for escape. The deeper her trance, the easier the transition wrought by the electrical storms would be. She had learned this secret in a vision and kept it to herself. Hopefully, it would give her enough of a tactical advantage to stay alive once Psi-Tech initiated the post-transformation protocols which involved systematically killing all prisoners kept in the facility.

  (To Be Continued)

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