The Mind Reader Chronicles: Chapter I The Inception

April 21, 2020-- A.M "The scientist heard she will be writing everything down" he appeared wearing a white lab coat and is broad figured, not the tallest man of the universe. OlshanSky's face appeared to the right-side of my brain in a sort of translucent manner-- like a light projection of an old-time film player. He transmitted a thought of his once, it was the most beautiful thought I have ever receive. It was given to me like a box, the room was squared, mathematically and literally. My creative brain saw it as a gift-box, squared two. The room was dark and the light came from the stars, the moon veiled the room with a translucent wedding-white inside the bedroom.

I stood at the art-deco balcony with two glass doors opened: with a telescope pointed outwards doing what telescopes do best: questioning the universe for answers. A tall figure, taller than life sauntered it's way through the room. I wasn't really afraid but I was curious. Is there a word for curiosity with a teaspoon of--- I don't want to describe it as fear, but it is him--- OlshanSky. I just did not want it to be, you know--- Them. I was not surprise that it was him, but I not expecting him either. It is a an OlshanSky thought because I remember him as a good man and it's not violent like the thoughts from Them.

The telescope was a gift from OlshanSky, like a gift within a gift, his thought transmitted and the telescope within. It's the only beautiful thought I have gotten transmitted into my brain, since being connected to this device. I keep pressing for my brain activity to accessed only by him and to receive thoughts only transmitted by him, but it doesn't happen. There are times in where OlshanSky's gift-thought becomes tarnished by Them and the hatred brews.

The Mind Reader Chronicles Chapter II: The Hatred Brews

By Vashti Carrion

April 22, 2020-- A.M The closet I sleep in was en-capsule with darkness. My eyelids are the curtains of my mind reader eye from whence I can see images and thoughts created by others, over-hear real life conversations and phone ringings to their headquarters. The device I am connected to is sometimes powered and left running like the water from a water facet that you forgot to turn off. I hear things not directed with the intent of manipulating my thinking pattern. I woke up mid into the night, tonight and OlshanSky voice rung through their headquarters. My brain was processing not a facade, but sincere thoughts and images; I am a bystander at times and outsider thoughts transmit from one another like a Corporation of Telepathic Communications. OlshanSky's voice was overpowered by emotion-- a tinge of displeasure was an ingredient in the soup of emotions brewed in the tone of his voice. He did not approve of the pregnancy of one of their females by The One. It was as if the building block under a Lego tower was taken away and the tower eroded.

I have my own thoughts about the pregnancy. I telepathically told The One, "your father is old and it's good for him to meet grand-kids, but it's a mistake if fathered without Love. In Love, in the sense that you should not be thinking of me in a romantic or sexual manner and only of your females." He responded to my thoughts and said it was a mistake. One of his scientist who created the The Mind Reader intercepted, "it's actually with her (me) that we want a baby." They transmitted a process of thoughts: artificial insemination, they would often show me a photograph of The One with a child in Malibu, his 10 year plan or offer me money to carry a child from The One. "I declined I am not in love and desire no sexual contact with him" I thought back. They see me as the equal of The One in terms of intellectual and talent ability; yet I am not cattle to be breed for genes.

DISCLAIMER: Science fiction. An autobiography of my time connected to a Mind reader!

DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction, science fiction.

DEDICATION: this novel is dedicated to Jacob O. who did what no one had done for me: defend me from someone he loves when I was only a stranger to him. A work of fiction! © Apr 2020, Vasti Carrion