Phoenix Whip

You have been focused since your first day on that damn middle-class nursery in expanding your mental abilities. So you are willing to prove what the true extension of your powers is against a real challenge; you would even smile if it weren't for this damn headache.

You close your eyes to concentrate on the task without any visual stimulus affecting your concentration. You imagine that your mind is an extended sensor network in the deep space, looking for faint alien signals.

The collective of this centre emits thousands of signals to hundreds of so many robots. All that excessive info threatens to break your concentration with thousands of signals trying to flood your mind.

You don't let that confuse you; you clench your fists feeling how your little body tense as you mentally penetrate with a powerful thrust into the information hot spot, trying to keep up with your mental stamina. It is really tiring, being engulfed inside the hive mind; millions of voices scatter across the board trying to overload your psyche.

And suddenly you let out a triumph moan when you access the honey pot. You are in.

You have 1 choice: