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"God damn, if you were drawn in Paint instead of Photoshop, reality would update a hella lot faster."
"What?"
For some reason, Nicolas gets Thriller stuck in his head. In the middle of a zombie apocalypse! Or, well, Nic guesses some businesses are still open, so it's not really an apocalypse. A zombie infestation?
Nicolas follows Jay upstairs, into one of their science labs.
Jay leads Nicolas to a large machine and tells Nicolas to put the crystal in. Nicolas does so, and a tube surrounds it.
Jay goes on to explain how the crystals work. When touched, they psychically bind to someone. They grant someone limited psychic abilities, though usually with less endurance than a real psion. There are only two ways to break the link.
"The first is death," says Jay.
"That doesn't sound particularly pleasant."
"The second is a technique the MIB are working on. Half the test subjects die. The other half basically go vegetative."
"I think I read that in a book somewhere."
"Yeah, but the film kinda sucked."
The machine dings and opens. Nicolas summons his crystal back, and Jay walks over to a massive computer terminal.
"Alright. Well, I'm seeing some mild psychokinetic attributes, and some mild illusory attributes. Um... you won't know how to use the crystal perfectly at first, but it looks like you should be able to lift light objects with your mind and..." he scrolls down. "Create minor illusions. Both will probably take a good deal of concentration."
"But I tried to force-choke someone already," says Nicolas.
"Well, yeah, but first of all, we're talking lifting and manipulating light objects with our minds, not strangling things. Secondly, you actually need the crystal in your possession to do it."
"Oh."
Jay continues to talk. Good thing Nicolas has a long attention span! An adventurer with a short one might miss something. WORDS WORDS WORDS.
Jay tells Nicolas that the crystals are, as far as he's aware, completely indestructable; some people have tried destroying theirs to evade MIB interest. One guy put his in an industrial vice. Some chick dropped hers into crazy powerful laboratory acid. And there was one guy who tried to cut it with a high-powered laser. Apparently none of it worked.
"There's actually a lot of people out there who are really pissed off about having crystals," Jay says. "Well... not a /lot/, there's only so many crystals. But you get it."
Nicolas pockets his crystal. So... he can make rocks hover with his mind and create images of dancing kittens, and for that the MIB want to lock him up in a state compound? ... he's pondering whether or not he actually likes this deal.
"Oh, and although we've seen a few crystals already, each one's utterly unique. Sort of a special snowflake thing. We're very interested in studying them, and offer financial incentives for information about them. Here, let me transfer some money to your account."
Nicolas' Wealth level goes from WEALTHY to VERY WEALTHY.
"Is there anything else you'd like to do, Mr Zere?"
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