The guard is threatening to shoot if you don’t stop it. It grows more intense and you buckle, head in hands. Suddenly a pain strikes your head, like some crazed mythical dwarf intent on mining a precious ore from your brain. Basically, things are not how they should be. You discovered you have psychic powers, specifically telekinesis, and can move objects, fry computers and make clocks go insane. About half an hour ago you awoke in a medical facility with no memory of who you are and a stinking headache. Aiming his gun at your bald, plastered head, he barks orders while you attempt to calm him. A guard, the kind you get in Bond movies and Metal Gear games, immediately greets you. The cold white floor contrasts with the pinky flesh of your naked torso. Heavily bandaged, groggy and bewildered, you step from the elevator.
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