Telepath(s): American Photo

A Story by Abishai100

A man (known as the Specter), telepath/consultant working for the US-gov't for terrorism-predictions, is challenged by a newcomer-mind and invokes expression-hyperbole for 'super' modesty.

A world jitters/telekinesis fiction for your Summer Manic Monday. Thanks so much for reading!

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AMLAN: Before I became a psychic secret consultant for America, I was pool-guy.

PSYCHIATRIST: I've been appointed by your gov't-pals, bud; you're Bazarov.

AMLAN: I've read Fathers and Sons (Turgenev)...thanx.

PSYCHIATRIST: You defeated your billiards-champ dad pre-becoming a genie, ha.

AMLAN: I work as a sensitivity-man and have a mind-resume for capitalism/God.

PSYCHIATRIST: Well, this new girl on the block competes with you now, man!

AMLAN: You're my doctor, not hers, doc...I'm to clear webs-of-wrath, no?

PSYCHIATRIST: Selfie-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Amlan was now an ('unofficial') consultant for our US-government, working as the Specter, psychic-gift powered advisor offering special sneak-clues about the next-threat to the American Homeland; he'd already predicted the Boston Marathon bombings and the New Orleans terrorist-threat during the Super Bowl festivities in January 2025 (wow). However, he now had a new competitor on the block, a female ex-convict who insisted that a new fundamentalist terrorist cell was operating to choreography something hideous in the Summer-'25 season of incomplete-arts of globalism-rhetoric facilitative Blue-Planet social media for sunshine-traffic news/talkies (Facebook-like!). She had psychic powers to toast/boast too; and our government was now having Amlan see a psychiatrist for personals-clarity storytelling (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: Los Angeles and/or London (airports) is my gut-sensibilities now, doc!

PSYCHIATRIST: Your competitor (Ms. Shelbye) has eye for some Summer-'25 Hell?

AMLAN: Look, maybe I could look-into some journals-writing for gov't-records?

PSYCHIATRIST: Seeking to simplify your Earthling hero football-life for telekinesis?

AMLAN: Shouldn't I consider the nature-sanity doubt of relinquishing this title, eh?

PSYCHIATRIST: Hey, would you look into this Shelbye-game as post-9/11 electrons?

AMLAN: Selfie-like, doc?

Armed with a gov't-doctor, a psychiatrist-therapist who had Amlan taking Klonopin and advised some other complementary (perhaps stronger meds) for clinical-depression and schizophrenia symptoms and side-effect behaviors, Amlan decided his sharp-genius work as the aliased 'Specter' for our US-government offering pre-event predictions of threats to the American Homeland suddenly/surely 'complicated' by the new-face in the scene of secret superstitious consultancy, Shelbye (ex-convict with exhibited signs of 'helpful' telepath-gifts). Amlan's doctor insisted Amlan not just indulge his mind-depression and take a back-seat and (simply!) allow Shelbye to rise to his title-level for shelves and seek some 'cool' journal/records adaptation-write about his experience as a government-superhero for things of real detective-work competing for a shaded 'Roswell-auction game' with Shelbye (Selfie-like!)

GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL: This is a great Thanksgiving-supper for ya, Amlan pal.

AMLAN: Thanx, sir (Selfie-like).
OFFICIAL: Your therapy is going well (I know!).

AMLAN: Thanx, sir (Selfie-like).

OFFICIAL: Are you writing about Shelbye, pal?

AMLAN: Maybe...for my/our doctor, sir (ok).

OFFICIAL: Shelbye's got some eerie-line on Iran for August-'25, I heard.

AMLAN: I heard that too, sir (thanx).

OFFICIAL: Government-games are really democratic...Happy Thanksgiving, pal.
AMLAN: It's just July-'25 pre-holidays customs-photo (like Xmas-in-July), right, sir?
OFFICIA: Ha (Facebook-like).