The Telepath Chronicles: An Anthology of Science Fiction (The Future Chronicles, Book 2)
Telepathy. Just a far-fetched bit of science fiction “hocus pocus.” But is it? With today’s giant leaps forward in technology and biotechnology, with people constantly surrounded by sophisticated yet invisible communication networks, and with a rapidly increasing understanding of the brain’s inner workings . . . is it so hard to imagine that we might be able to develop direct mind-to-mind communication?
Or might it not be the case that evolution alone, in the right circumstances—if not on this planet, then on others—could give rise to creatures with telepathic abilities?
This collection of fourteen stories explores the ramifications of a future where telepathy is real. From that first glorious moment of discovery, to the subsequent jealousies and class divisions, to the dangers of weaponization and the blessings of medical miracles, The Telepath Chronicles promises to take you inside the creative minds of some of today’s top science fiction authors.
sighs and jerks his chin down in a nod. Tasha presses something into his hand and then moves back up to Liam while Bastian pulls me back the way we came. “Come on. We have to take the other way out,” he says. “The other way?” He looks back over his shoulder and gives me a lopsided smile. “Yeah. The laundry chute.” I wrinkle my nose and he laughs. “No other choice. Tasha and Liam can shoot their way out, but I’m not exactly in fighting condition right now. Especially not with only one hand.
are like Satan with a side order of nasty. Sure. Sounds good, I link back. Somehow agreeing to walk with her makes heat rise up in my face. I stuff my scribepad in my backpack and scramble to follow her. It occurs to me that I’ve never actually done this before: walked with a girl between classes. I shake my head at myself when Tessa’s back is turned. What am I doing? Do you like fairies? Tessa’s thoughts are back to that random rumble I like. I draw a lot of fairies. I like the way they’re
this kid looks like he’s in elementary school. Twelve at the most. Or he’s really small for his age. Either way… I’ve never locked, or unlocked, a changeling before, and now… I don’t even know if I can do it right anymore for an adult. My stomach ties itself in a knot so tight, I’m afraid I’m going to be sick. Chapter Four “C’mon man.” I’m pleading Marshall to let me out of this. “He’s just a kid.” “He’s not just a kid,” Marshall says, his voice as hard as his muscular arms, which are
to climb into my cycle. “I’m sorry, sir.” The officer drew his weapon. “I do.” I had had enough. I looked down the barrel of the officer’s gun and lashed out with my mental power. I forced into his mind the concept of nothingness; I drove all higher thoughts out of his mind, pushing him into a helpless trance. I had to force myself to break off before I drove even his lower thoughts from his mind, which would have shut down all of his body functions completely. The officer’s eyes glazed over
slammed, and people were set in motion, just as Cyann had envisioned it. She screamed when Jovan scooped her up and headed for the door to the hallway. “No. Dadda. Mommy!” Below them, her mother gestured to the people near her, prisoners and crew alike, herding them into the shuttle launch, away from the infiltrators. She, too, was urgently speaking into her com band. The last thing Cyann saw before Jovan swept her from the room was her father opening fire on the guards, people in uniforms just