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26
Persistence of Memory Chapter Twenty Six (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, the mermaid is
getting twitchy. Someone told her they were
going to have to freeze her for the winter…
I think it was Alan.
InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are lovely squishy bunnies for
archiving. (Um, I haven’t had a lot of
sleep lately. Sorry ‘bout that.)
ProPhile gets flaming muses.
Again…I haven’t had a lot of sleep
And Morgan gets a bag of hexes to throw at her instructor whenever
needed. Readers/Reviewers: All play and no work makes Nemain loopy…
veeeeeeeeeery loopy. But still oodles
and tons of thanks for reading and reviewing! J
“You’re
done?” Storm asked with some surprise.
“Not even
close,” Emma said quietly, rubbing her temples. Two pain killers and a glass of water sat between Emma’s elbows,
propped on the table inelegantly.
Storm bit
back a retort and sat across from the pale woman. “You seemed to think it would be easy this morning…”
“He has
holes. Large gaps missing or blocked
out. There’s something not right here.”
“How
observant of you,” Storm said dryly.
Giving the
other woman a hard look, Emma continued, “Something is keeping me out of a
large section of his memories. I can
‘see’ his childhood, I can ‘see’ up
until what seems to be when he realized he was a mutant. Then it gets erratic. Bits are missing…I see Magneto as a young
man, when they were still friends, and those memories make Charles very
irritated, very upset.” She sighed and
took the painkillers before fixing Storm with a steady gaze. “Someone else is blocking him. Someone or something is manipulating
Charles.”
“That’s
impossible!” Storm derided. “He’s the
strongest telepath I’ve ever heard of…”
Emma raised
a brow in cool derision. “Then you
haven’t heard of many, have you?” Without further adieu, she pushed away from
the kitchen table and sailed from the room in a waft of expensive perfume and
disdain. She passed Logan in the hall,
and the girl who’s name she could never remember, the one with the white
streak, and was assailed by thoughts of anger, lust, and fear from them both. So strong was the fear rising from Rogue
that she staggered back and bumped into the wall. “You,” Emma said as she passed.
“Come here.”
Rogue
turned slowly, her face creased by a stern frown. “Yeah?”
“Rein in
your empathy! It’s causing
problems!”
“Excuse
me?” Rogue snarled. “I ain’t a freakin’
empath!” Even as she said it, her fear
grew. Memories of another life, someone
else’s likes, dislikes, dreams and desires threatened to burst the dam so
carefully constructed, so fragile that it’s very existence was a miracle in and
of itself.
“I can
practically smell the lust coming off you,” Emma spat. “Empathy is dangerous to telepaths,
especially if you’re a projector. And
you, child, are projecting.”
Rogue
sneered, “You ain’t got a clue, lady.”
Emma felt
her eyes widen as Rogue’s thoughts became blazingly clear. “You killed him.”
Rogue swore
under her breath. “Fuck this.”
Emma
watched her go with a mixture of curiosity, relief and annoyance. The empathic pulse that had stricken her so
strongly had passed[1] and she felt
a tenuous mental shield around the girl’s mind. What the Hell was that?
That felt like Empath…but he’s…he’s…
“Emma,”
Logan shouted, striding down the hall towards her. “ What the fuck business is
it of yours about what Rogue is thinking?”
“She
projected,” Emma replied calmly. “I
didn’t have my shields up entirely because I was trying to catch Charles
unawares…I was not expecting an empathic pulse from her. From anyone, actually.”
“Logan, are
you disturbing our houseguest?”
Emma looked
over Logan’s shoulder and met Banshee’s curious gaze. “Hardly,” she supplied.
“It takes more than some hairy ape with rage issues to disturb me.”
Banshee
snorted at Logan’s mutinous expression as Emma strolled away, disappearing into
the Professor’s downstairs study.
“Who’s that?”
“Emma
Frost. Queen Bitch.”
“Now,
Logan,” Banshee began.
“Don’t now
Logan me,” the other man rejoined. “You
think she’s not all bad? You get her
for the weCongCongratulations, you’re now her houseboy.”
“But…Theresa!”
“The girl
you’re hiding from?” Logan sneered. “Your
daughter?”
“How…” Banshee blanched. “That’s none of your business.”
“She ain’t
been out of her room but once since she got here. ‘Ro and Jean take her food and make her shower…What the Hell is
going on?”
Banshee
felt Logan’s suspicion hit him like a wave and resented it. “It’s none of youddamddamned business,
Logan!”
“She’s here
under my care so by God, it is my business!” he snapped in return. “Now you tell me or…”
“Or what?”
Banshee challenged, getting in Logan’s face.
“You’ll gut me? Make me scream?”
“Stop
acting so childish,” Storm snapped.
“How
long’ve you been there?” Logan muttered guiltily.
“Long
enough to see two grown men acting more childish than the youngest mutant
here!” she growled. “Theresa’s
relationship with Banshee is their business, Logan. If either of them want you to know, they’ll tell you about
it. Banshee, don’t look so smug. You need to stop being afraid of her. She’s scared, too. She doesn’t know why her life took the path it did and she needs
answers. She needs to know your side.”
Banshee
looked sheepish. “I know,” he muttered,
taking Storm’s chiding to heart.
With an
expression of grim determination, Storm took Logan’s elbow. “We’re going to run a sim for the new
ones. Just because chaos reigns outside
does not mean it should do so inside.
We are going to keep to a schedule here. I have asked Scott and Jean to begin a search for Mystique
tonight. Don’t give me that look. I’ll brief you later.” Banshee and Logan parted ways with a last
acrimonious glare at the other one.
Emma
sighed, pushing away from the door as she padded over to Professor Xavier’s
spot near the window. “For some reason,
you enjoy living with these people.”
“They enjoy
it, too, from what I remember,” he said ruefully.
“Don’t
close off to me, Charles.” Emma’s voice
had taken on a silky quality, sliding and folding as she leaned ever
closer. “Let me in…”
He twitched
at the feel of her fingers on either side of his head, pressing lightly against
his temples. “Jedi mind tricks?”
“You watch
entirely too many movies.” She spared
him a quick, sarcastic smile as she focused.
“Do you remember when we met, Charles?”
He
frowned. “Yes…” A flash of white thigh, rumpled bed sheets
and the scent of the now-familiar perfume, saturated with lustful sweat, blared
across his memories.
“I see that
you certainly do,” she grinned.
Quickly, she brushed a kiss across his brow. “Do you remember what I told you?” “I remember
that…” A soft pinging noise sounded from the vicinity of his desk.
“What is
that?”
“My
timer. I have to take my medication
now.”
“Medi…shit.”
“Excuse
me?”
Emma took
the bottle of pills from Professor Xavier’s hand and rattled them. “What else do you have? Where are they?” Saughaught the image before he could voice it. “Oh!”
She strode to the desk and pulled the drawer so hard it fell out,
spilling pens, paper and pill bottles.
“Is this it?” Unceremoniously,
she threw them into the trash can. “These are the problem! Most of it, anyway!”
“What… Emma, I need
those! I have a virus…”
“You have nothing. Any illness you have will not be cured
through these pills!” She shook the
trash can. “Who’s that flaming girl? The one with the temper?”
“Amara?”
“Where is
she?”
“I have no
idea…”
“Stay
here!”
The
Professor stared after her as she stormed form the room. “Emma,” he called weakly, “that’s unethical!”
Kitty
stared at the syringe in mute anxiety.
“What if…” she paused and licked her lips. “What if it doesn’t work?”
“Don’t talk
like that, Liebes!” Kurt urged her.
“Don’t even think it!”
Beast
offered a tight-lipped smile. “We have
enough for three doses, though I must confess I don’t know the exact duration
of each dose.”
Kitty
nodded, swallowing hard. “Three. That’s it?”
She gave Kurt a not-reassuring smile and sighed. “Okay.
Give me the first one and we’ll time it. Then I can space out the other two, just in case.”
“I hope to
retroenginthe the formula,” Beast said conversationally, preparing the
dose.
“I’ll see
what I can do on the computer. There’s
some programs that will be useful,” Kitty said tightly.
Kurt
frowned. He could no longer feel her
hand grasping his but she did not seem to notice. “Schatz, you’re going to have to tell Beast where to stick it.” At the mutual gaze of unwilling amusement,
Kurt reviewed his statement and blushed.
“You’re going to have to tell him wher giv give you the shot,” he
amended.
“I might
want to go with the first one if this hurts,” Kitty sighed. “I think… I think my left arm is okay. I don’t feel too different when I phase so
unless I know I’m doing it…” she trailed off.
“I’m so scared,” she breathed. “Why
is this happening? Almost everyone else
is okay…”
“Liebes,”
Kurt sighed, pulling her to him and wincing as she flickered in and out of
phase against him, “I don’t know, but I promised you everything would be okay
and it will be.”
Beast hid
his frown by bending over the tray and fiddling with the hypodermic. He could not quite bring himself to second
Kurt’s promise—there were too many uncertainties, muchmuch doubt. He could feel them looking at him hopefully
and felt compelled to fill the silence.
“Now, this may sting a little…”
“Is that
class during the same semester as the illegible handwriting one?” Kitty asked
miserable as she pushed up her left sleeve.
Beast
chuckled mirthlessly as he swabbed her arm with alcohol, covertly checking her
solidity. The part he had hated the
most when he was an intern was giving bad news to patients. He knew that medicine was not always
lollipops for sore throats and warm advice and that sometimes, bad things
happen and people do not recover. But
he hated it the logic of it all the more now that someone he cared about was
going to have to know, going to have to go through it, if he could not find an
answer within three doses. “Now take a
deep breath…”
Kitty
buried her face against Kurt’s neck as the injection went in. “It burns!” she hissed.
“Mein
Katzchen,” Kurt soothed, patting her back and frowning at Beast. “Why does it burn her?”
“Because it’s
a foreign substance being introduced to her system and her body is releasing
histamines and other substances to fight it off,” Beast answered with clinical
detachment, trying not to let doubt creep into his voice.
“That’s
comforting,” she pouted, rubbing her arm.
“Kitty,”
Kurt said cautiously, squeezing her thigh comfortingly, “you’re solid again.”
“I know,”
she sighed. “I feel it now. I feel…heavy. Like gravity is pulling me extra hard.” With another sigh, she slid off the exam table and stretched
experimentally. “Ow. My arm hurts!”
“It might
be sore for a while…try not to over exert yourself for while.”
Kurt stared
at Beast’s back. He could not quite put
his finger on it, but something about the older man’s demeanor was
unsettling. “Do you need to observe
her?”
Beast shook
his head, still not facing them. “No…just
come back in two hours and we’ll check you out, okay, Kitty?”
“Sure,” she
said blandly, not feeling quite the thing.
“I think I need to lay down anyway.
I feel kinda…wonky.”
Kurt pulled
her into an embrace. “Your room?” She nodded and he teleported them.
“Baby, for
future reference, let’s not do that when I feel bad, okay?” she muttered before
dashing to the bathroom.
Kurt winced
and frowned at the sound of her being sick.
“Liebes, what do you need me to get for you? Emetrol? Cola? A cold
cloth?” His only answer was another
bout of retching. “All of the above…” He ported away to the kitchen and returned
with the required items before she even emerged from the bathroom.
“I feel
like crap,” she moaned, carefully lowering herself onto the bed.
“Do you
think you could be allergic to the shot?” he asked fretfully, smoothing her
haick fck from her face as he lay next to her.
“I’ll go get Beast…”
“No, no, I’m
fine. I’ve been feeling bad all day…I
think it’s stress on top of PMS. My
stomach hurts like cramps, so that must be it.”
Kurt did
some mental calculations. Two weeks
early? Kitty’s on the pill and regular
as clockwork… “Are you sure,
Liebes?”
“Pretty
sure,” she sighed. “Just lay here with
me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“No porting
away?”
“That’s
stopped,” he murmured, silently adding, for now.
“You
promised,” she whispered, tightening her arm across his chest as she sighed in
a spasm of cramping pain. “I think I
may be sick again.”
“Let me
know and I’ll get you a trash can.”
“Fuzzy,
that’s gross!”
“Better
there than in your bed, ja?”
“Ja,” she
mimicked. “Oh…” Quicker than he would have expected, she was
on her feet and in the bathroom again.
“Kitty?”
“Get Beast!”
[1] This idea
came from Vance, who remembered Empath.
;)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta, the mermaid is
getting twitchy. Someone told her they were
going to have to freeze her for the winter…
I think it was Alan.
InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are lovely squishy bunnies for
archiving. (Um, I haven’t had a lot of
sleep lately. Sorry ‘bout that.)
ProPhile gets flaming muses.
Again…I haven’t had a lot of sleep
And Morgan gets a bag of hexes to throw at her instructor whenever
needed. Readers/Reviewers: All play and no work makes Nemain loopy…
veeeeeeeeeery loopy. But still oodles
and tons of thanks for reading and reviewing! J
“You’re
done?” Storm asked with some surprise.
“Not even
close,” Emma said quietly, rubbing her temples. Two pain killers and a glass of water sat between Emma’s elbows,
propped on the table inelegantly.
Storm bit
back a retort and sat across from the pale woman. “You seemed to think it would be easy this morning…”
“He has
holes. Large gaps missing or blocked
out. There’s something not right here.”
“How
observant of you,” Storm said dryly.
Giving the
other woman a hard look, Emma continued, “Something is keeping me out of a
large section of his memories. I can
‘see’ his childhood, I can ‘see’ up
until what seems to be when he realized he was a mutant. Then it gets erratic. Bits are missing…I see Magneto as a young
man, when they were still friends, and those memories make Charles very
irritated, very upset.” She sighed and
took the painkillers before fixing Storm with a steady gaze. “Someone else is blocking him. Someone or something is manipulating
Charles.”
“That’s
impossible!” Storm derided. “He’s the
strongest telepath I’ve ever heard of…”
Emma raised
a brow in cool derision. “Then you
haven’t heard of many, have you?” Without further adieu, she pushed away from
the kitchen table and sailed from the room in a waft of expensive perfume and
disdain. She passed Logan in the hall,
and the girl who’s name she could never remember, the one with the white
streak, and was assailed by thoughts of anger, lust, and fear from them both. So strong was the fear rising from Rogue
that she staggered back and bumped into the wall. “You,” Emma said as she passed.
“Come here.”
Rogue
turned slowly, her face creased by a stern frown. “Yeah?”
“Rein in
your empathy! It’s causing
problems!”
“Excuse
me?” Rogue snarled. “I ain’t a freakin’
empath!” Even as she said it, her fear
grew. Memories of another life, someone
else’s likes, dislikes, dreams and desires threatened to burst the dam so
carefully constructed, so fragile that it’s very existence was a miracle in and
of itself.
“I can
practically smell the lust coming off you,” Emma spat. “Empathy is dangerous to telepaths,
especially if you’re a projector. And
you, child, are projecting.”
Rogue
sneered, “You ain’t got a clue, lady.”
Emma felt
her eyes widen as Rogue’s thoughts became blazingly clear. “You killed him.”
Rogue swore
under her breath. “Fuck this.”
Emma
watched her go with a mixture of curiosity, relief and annoyance. The empathic pulse that had stricken her so
strongly had passed[1] and she felt
a tenuous mental shield around the girl’s mind. What the Hell was that?
That felt like Empath…but he’s…he’s…
“Emma,”
Logan shouted, striding down the hall towards her. “ What the fuck business is
it of yours about what Rogue is thinking?”
“She
projected,” Emma replied calmly. “I
didn’t have my shields up entirely because I was trying to catch Charles
unawares…I was not expecting an empathic pulse from her. From anyone, actually.”
“Logan, are
you disturbing our houseguest?”
Emma looked
over Logan’s shoulder and met Banshee’s curious gaze. “Hardly,” she supplied.
“It takes more than some hairy ape with rage issues to disturb me.”
Banshee
snorted at Logan’s mutinous expression as Emma strolled away, disappearing into
the Professor’s downstairs study.
“Who’s that?”
“Emma
Frost. Queen Bitch.”
“Now,
Logan,” Banshee began.
“Don’t now
Logan me,” the other man rejoined. “You
think she’s not all bad? You get her
for the weCongCongratulations, you’re now her houseboy.”
“But…Theresa!”
“The girl
you’re hiding from?” Logan sneered. “Your
daughter?”
“How…” Banshee blanched. “That’s none of your business.”
“She ain’t
been out of her room but once since she got here. ‘Ro and Jean take her food and make her shower…What the Hell is
going on?”
Banshee
felt Logan’s suspicion hit him like a wave and resented it. “It’s none of youddamddamned business,
Logan!”
“She’s here
under my care so by God, it is my business!” he snapped in return. “Now you tell me or…”
“Or what?”
Banshee challenged, getting in Logan’s face.
“You’ll gut me? Make me scream?”
“Stop
acting so childish,” Storm snapped.
“How
long’ve you been there?” Logan muttered guiltily.
“Long
enough to see two grown men acting more childish than the youngest mutant
here!” she growled. “Theresa’s
relationship with Banshee is their business, Logan. If either of them want you to know, they’ll tell you about
it. Banshee, don’t look so smug. You need to stop being afraid of her. She’s scared, too. She doesn’t know why her life took the path it did and she needs
answers. She needs to know your side.”
Banshee
looked sheepish. “I know,” he muttered,
taking Storm’s chiding to heart.
With an
expression of grim determination, Storm took Logan’s elbow. “We’re going to run a sim for the new
ones. Just because chaos reigns outside
does not mean it should do so inside.
We are going to keep to a schedule here. I have asked Scott and Jean to begin a search for Mystique
tonight. Don’t give me that look. I’ll brief you later.” Banshee and Logan parted ways with a last
acrimonious glare at the other one.
Emma
sighed, pushing away from the door as she padded over to Professor Xavier’s
spot near the window. “For some reason,
you enjoy living with these people.”
“They enjoy
it, too, from what I remember,” he said ruefully.
“Don’t
close off to me, Charles.” Emma’s voice
had taken on a silky quality, sliding and folding as she leaned ever
closer. “Let me in…”
He twitched
at the feel of her fingers on either side of his head, pressing lightly against
his temples. “Jedi mind tricks?”
“You watch
entirely too many movies.” She spared
him a quick, sarcastic smile as she focused.
“Do you remember when we met, Charles?”
He
frowned. “Yes…” A flash of white thigh, rumpled bed sheets
and the scent of the now-familiar perfume, saturated with lustful sweat, blared
across his memories.
“I see that
you certainly do,” she grinned.
Quickly, she brushed a kiss across his brow. “Do you remember what I told you?” “I remember
that…” A soft pinging noise sounded from the vicinity of his desk.
“What is
that?”
“My
timer. I have to take my medication
now.”
“Medi…shit.”
“Excuse
me?”
Emma took
the bottle of pills from Professor Xavier’s hand and rattled them. “What else do you have? Where are they?” Saughaught the image before he could voice it. “Oh!”
She strode to the desk and pulled the drawer so hard it fell out,
spilling pens, paper and pill bottles.
“Is this it?” Unceremoniously,
she threw them into the trash can. “These are the problem! Most of it, anyway!”
“What… Emma, I need
those! I have a virus…”
“You have nothing. Any illness you have will not be cured
through these pills!” She shook the
trash can. “Who’s that flaming girl? The one with the temper?”
“Amara?”
“Where is
she?”
“I have no
idea…”
“Stay
here!”
The
Professor stared after her as she stormed form the room. “Emma,” he called weakly, “that’s unethical!”
Kitty
stared at the syringe in mute anxiety.
“What if…” she paused and licked her lips. “What if it doesn’t work?”
“Don’t talk
like that, Liebes!” Kurt urged her.
“Don’t even think it!”
Beast
offered a tight-lipped smile. “We have
enough for three doses, though I must confess I don’t know the exact duration
of each dose.”
Kitty
nodded, swallowing hard. “Three. That’s it?”
She gave Kurt a not-reassuring smile and sighed. “Okay.
Give me the first one and we’ll time it. Then I can space out the other two, just in case.”
“I hope to
retroenginthe the formula,” Beast said conversationally, preparing the
dose.
“I’ll see
what I can do on the computer. There’s
some programs that will be useful,” Kitty said tightly.
Kurt
frowned. He could no longer feel her
hand grasping his but she did not seem to notice. “Schatz, you’re going to have to tell Beast where to stick it.” At the mutual gaze of unwilling amusement,
Kurt reviewed his statement and blushed.
“You’re going to have to tell him wher giv give you the shot,” he
amended.
“I might
want to go with the first one if this hurts,” Kitty sighed. “I think… I think my left arm is okay. I don’t feel too different when I phase so
unless I know I’m doing it…” she trailed off.
“I’m so scared,” she breathed. “Why
is this happening? Almost everyone else
is okay…”
“Liebes,”
Kurt sighed, pulling her to him and wincing as she flickered in and out of
phase against him, “I don’t know, but I promised you everything would be okay
and it will be.”
Beast hid
his frown by bending over the tray and fiddling with the hypodermic. He could not quite bring himself to second
Kurt’s promise—there were too many uncertainties, muchmuch doubt. He could feel them looking at him hopefully
and felt compelled to fill the silence.
“Now, this may sting a little…”
“Is that
class during the same semester as the illegible handwriting one?” Kitty asked
miserable as she pushed up her left sleeve.
Beast
chuckled mirthlessly as he swabbed her arm with alcohol, covertly checking her
solidity. The part he had hated the
most when he was an intern was giving bad news to patients. He knew that medicine was not always
lollipops for sore throats and warm advice and that sometimes, bad things
happen and people do not recover. But
he hated it the logic of it all the more now that someone he cared about was
going to have to know, going to have to go through it, if he could not find an
answer within three doses. “Now take a
deep breath…”
Kitty
buried her face against Kurt’s neck as the injection went in. “It burns!” she hissed.
“Mein
Katzchen,” Kurt soothed, patting her back and frowning at Beast. “Why does it burn her?”
“Because it’s
a foreign substance being introduced to her system and her body is releasing
histamines and other substances to fight it off,” Beast answered with clinical
detachment, trying not to let doubt creep into his voice.
“That’s
comforting,” she pouted, rubbing her arm.
“Kitty,”
Kurt said cautiously, squeezing her thigh comfortingly, “you’re solid again.”
“I know,”
she sighed. “I feel it now. I feel…heavy. Like gravity is pulling me extra hard.” With another sigh, she slid off the exam table and stretched
experimentally. “Ow. My arm hurts!”
“It might
be sore for a while…try not to over exert yourself for while.”
Kurt stared
at Beast’s back. He could not quite put
his finger on it, but something about the older man’s demeanor was
unsettling. “Do you need to observe
her?”
Beast shook
his head, still not facing them. “No…just
come back in two hours and we’ll check you out, okay, Kitty?”
“Sure,” she
said blandly, not feeling quite the thing.
“I think I need to lay down anyway.
I feel kinda…wonky.”
Kurt pulled
her into an embrace. “Your room?” She nodded and he teleported them.
“Baby, for
future reference, let’s not do that when I feel bad, okay?” she muttered before
dashing to the bathroom.
Kurt winced
and frowned at the sound of her being sick.
“Liebes, what do you need me to get for you? Emetrol? Cola? A cold
cloth?” His only answer was another
bout of retching. “All of the above…” He ported away to the kitchen and returned
with the required items before she even emerged from the bathroom.
“I feel
like crap,” she moaned, carefully lowering herself onto the bed.
“Do you
think you could be allergic to the shot?” he asked fretfully, smoothing her
haick fck from her face as he lay next to her.
“I’ll go get Beast…”
“No, no, I’m
fine. I’ve been feeling bad all day…I
think it’s stress on top of PMS. My
stomach hurts like cramps, so that must be it.”
Kurt did
some mental calculations. Two weeks
early? Kitty’s on the pill and regular
as clockwork… “Are you sure,
Liebes?”
“Pretty
sure,” she sighed. “Just lay here with
me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“No porting
away?”
“That’s
stopped,” he murmured, silently adding, for now.
“You
promised,” she whispered, tightening her arm across his chest as she sighed in
a spasm of cramping pain. “I think I
may be sick again.”
“Let me
know and I’ll get you a trash can.”
“Fuzzy,
that’s gross!”
“Better
there than in your bed, ja?”
“Ja,” she
mimicked. “Oh…” Quicker than he would have expected, she was
on her feet and in the bathroom again.
“Kitty?”
“Get Beast!”
[1] This idea
came from Vance, who remembered Empath.
;)