We clasped hands in a circle. The palm that gripped mine felt sweaty. Velkess.
She was nervous, practically shaking, but she would never admit how
frightened she was. Next to her came
Ramoth, jittery, but using humor to cover it, and then Prism, and Paloeva, both
focused as ever, and then Mordemus and Ekko.
Almost totally dispassionate and noninvolved. Ekko's hand gripping mine felt cool; rather
dry, but steady. When Ekko and I
linked minds, her aumni surrounded mine with casual indifference. The impersonalness of the touch took me aback
for just an instant. But Ekko's mind was
so well-patterned; predictable, and familiar; and despite her natural
aloofness, I appreciated the contact. I
took comfort in her complete lack of interest; she didn't care at all that we
were about to do something so dangerous.
So taboo.
The room
was silent except for the nervous laughter of Ramoth, and the heavy breathing
of Velkess. I slowly opened up my mind
to everyone in the circle, intaking a sharp breath at the sudden wave of
overpowering anxiety that surged into me. I absorbed the nervous energy of six
other people, and it was all I could do to not break the circle and run
away.
Ekko's grip
tightened on my hand. No doubt she
sensed my own mounting dread in this transport.
My eyes flew open, and I sought to find purchase in the chaos of such
inner intimacy with this many humans at once.
I flowed in and out of each of us in the circle, and fought to remain
calm. When I found Mordemus in the
circle, a sudden resevoir of strength filled me. He navigated my own metaspace
efficiently. He imparted his sense of
logic and I realized something. I had no
way to know what would happen in the next few moments, but I realized that the
mental closeness with all these people was necessary. The connection was the only way we could
transport everyone at once. So stood there, in the circle, flowing in and
out of everyone and tried not to resist it.
But it was a weird sensation to be sure, to be
myself and all the others, all at once. So
many histories flickering through. So
many memories, fading in and out and all around. The experience of the connection alone was a
little sickening.
Are you
prepared? Ekko's mental voice
sounded flat and unexcited in the link.
I knew everyone in the circle could hear us, transmitted through my
connective tissue.
Yes. As ready as I'll ever be for something like
this. I squeezed Ekko's cool, dry
hand hard in response. I needed to be
anchored down. Otherwise I would run
away screaming. I saw no point in trying
to be brave. Everyone in the circle
could feel how frightened I was. They were
terrified themselves. Nobody had ever
attempted such a long jump before.
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