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Safe in my own skin so nobody wins.
Sluice just ignored Psi-Dancer, which boggled Cornwall: "even Pax can't tell her M-R emissions are faked when I don't want him to" (this may mean that Psi-Dancer is just an illusion projected by Cornwall, albeit a highly convincing one). "Just how I like to begin my days: A telepathic probe right after breakfast."
He anticipated that the inside of Sluice's head would contain "some sort of monstrous asylum dream sequence"; instead, "[i]t was like some drawing-room play." The Terat was a perfect gentleman, "walking me through the mansion of his cortex and kindly opening doors". But, to Cornwall's chagrin, the doors Sluice didn't want Cornwall to open, wouldn't open for him: "something to do with 'meditative exercises' and 'funneling potential'."
He confirmed for Utopia's board of Directors that the Teragen has no chain of command, no superiors except the Beacon Mal (who earned a "flash of authority-respect"). Cornwall likens them to "graduated college friends who keep in touch and help each other out".
In the journal entry from which all this is taken, Cornwall notes that the Directors weren't happy, but Sluice didn't seem at all worried. The quote above, about eventually discussing the matter as brothers in the One Race, is what he said as he was being led back to his cell.
Whatever Pax may have to say about it, Cornwall feels he's going to have to go out and get laid tonight, "sensory sharing and all... With at least three women."
April 23
[Aberrant] Utopian telepath Leland Cornwall interrogates Sluice, who sees right through the deception of pseudo-telepath "Psi-Dancer" and tells Cornwall "I can wait, and you'll come around. Then we can talk about this like reasonable novas, without all these monkeys screeching at us."
Sluice just ignored Psi-Dancer, which boggled Cornwall: "even Pax can't tell her M-R emissions are faked when I don't want him to" (this may mean that Psi-Dancer is just an illusion projected by Cornwall, albeit a highly convincing one). "Just how I like to begin my days: A telepathic probe right after breakfast."
He anticipated that the inside of Sluice's head would contain "some sort of monstrous asylum dream sequence"; instead, "[i]t was like some drawing-room play." The Terat was a perfect gentleman, "walking me through the mansion of his cortex and kindly opening doors". But, to Cornwall's chagrin, the doors Sluice didn't want Cornwall to open, wouldn't open for him: "something to do with 'meditative exercises' and 'funneling potential'."
He confirmed for Utopia's board of Directors that the Teragen has no chain of command, no superiors except the Beacon Mal (who earned a "flash of authority-respect"). Cornwall likens them to "graduated college friends who keep in touch and help each other out".
In the journal entry from which all this is taken, Cornwall notes that the Directors weren't happy, but Sluice didn't seem at all worried. The quote above, about eventually discussing the matter as brothers in the One Race, is what he said as he was being led back to his cell.
I didn't like his tone one little bit. Particularly because it seemed so genuine. What does he expect, that I'm going to have some epiphany and spring him, then we can go waltz off to Mal together and make the world a happy place for novas? Where do the people fit in this arrangement?
Whatever Pax may have to say about it, Cornwall feels he's going to have to go out and get laid tonight, "sensory sharing and all... With at least three women."
