Chapter 14

After Sarah found a man (me), she became much happier and now constantly smiles. And how does a girl behave in bed… They say correctly, there are devils in a quiet pool. I can also say that I offered her a job as a manager of my hospital, since the blonde herself was educated, but with our help she learned even more in terms of managing such an enterprise.

The girl, of course, did not immediately agree. At first, she was against such favoritism, because someone could lose their job because of it. Only I immediately told her that this position is not occupied by anyone yet, so Sarah can be calm about this, and if there are problems, my sister and I will help her. And I also used a terrible weapon — I said all this during our intercourse. It was so good for her that she agreed.

Also, the blonde took a new surname. I'm washing. Now her name is Sarah Howlett. My sister did not need to do this, since she had already done it for a long time. Only she doesn't advertise it and everyone knows her as Victoria Creed. And Steve, because of his mother, now has a double surname-Howlett-Rogers. So my family has been replenished.

Days, weeks, months, years flowed by and the thirtieth year came. During this time, there has already been an economic collapse in America, as well as in some other countries that were associated with it. I was not affected by this, but I had to strain a little so that my company would not fall in price by putting some new household items on sale. More precisely, not new, but improved old ones.

I also managed to make progress in the development of Telepathy, but the maximum that I am now capable of is reading a person's surface thoughts without harming him. But now I know that you can't get into my head. I found out this when I met a weak telepath. He was one of those who used his abilities to gain power and money.

One day, this man decided that he did not have enough money and set his sights on my company. Through some employees, he found out that I was the main one, and not my sister, so he came to my house and tried to inspire me with his thoughts. I then winced a little, but I didn't feel anything else, but my opponent bled from his eyes, nose and ears. It was then that I learned that my Telepathy also provides passive protection from other telepaths.

It's good that then my girls went shopping, otherwise this individual would have been able to get into their heads, but he ran into me. I then swaddled the man and moved him to my laboratory, having previously put him to sleep so that he would not interfere. Thanks to him, I was able to advance in my ability. After studying his gene, I decided to get into his head myself. And I even did it!

He only winced, but no additional effects were observed. When I got into his mind, it seemed to me that I had uncorked some kind of lid. It felt easy and at ease. It looks like it was some kind of barrier that I broke through. Already inside his mind, I saw a lot of glass screens, in which there were some fragments of this person's memory.

I also noticed that my presence here is gradually destroying this place. Some screens simply cracked, and some were completely destroyed. Because of this, I hurried to do what I had planned, namely, to find memories of how he developed his abilities. I had only to think about it, as several fragments of such a memory appeared in front of me.

They also began to crack, so I tried to somehow absorb them into myself. And along with them, other fragments that were closest to me were drawn into me. That's how I became aware of his actions and plans, because these were the most recent memories from the life of this man. When this place was almost destroyed, I decided to go out.

Yeah, my nose is bleeding again. But now you can't even talk to a man — the indicators on the scoreboard next to him say that he has almost no brains left. I mean, I've become stupid. But so he is alive and healthy. Realizing that even if this person wakes up, nothing bad will happen, I lay down on the sofa, on which I sometimes sleep, and began to wool what I received.

It turned out that the man's name was Vincent Goil — a native of the United States and just a business shark. Well, yes, with the help of his ability, he can do more than that. So, as it became clear from our short confrontation, my Telepathy turned out to be more powerful than his. Much more powerful. But how can this be so? After all, the ability itself simply cannot have power.

The answer to this question is banal and simple — the brain. Yes, the more complex and dense this organ is, the stronger the ability itself is. And my brain, after everything that happened to me, is now like a superman, and even develops every time I use Telepathy, since the organ itself cannot bear the full power of my ability. Because of this, my cells in the brain are constantly being updated and compacted. And it is my regeneration that contributes to this.

Having found out all the nuances, I went to check some methods, having previously disposed of Vincent's body. It soon became clear that his methods only work when I read thoughts, but when I try to get into someone's head to inspire any thoughts, I fail again, because they either faint or fall into a coma.

But I have already found out that finding my mind in them destroys it, since it cannot withstand it. Therefore, I can only read people's superficial thoughts, because this does not require transferring my consciousness into their head.

At the same time, Steve grew up a kind and fair boy, even sometimes he began to call me dad, but he knew that I was not his biological father, because I did not like the fact that the child would be unaware of who his real second parent was. Only he still continued to consider me his father. Sarah was only glad that her son would not grow up without a dad. And I expressed this joy in our shared bedroom.

I, in turn, raised this child as if it was my son, so he grew up according to my concepts. Well, the family is closest, the family needs to be protected, and the family will stand up for you like a mountain. And I also told him that he should never run away from problems, because they tend to accumulate and someday it will definitely end badly.

In the thirtieth year, Erskine wrote in a letter that he was able to create the first prototype of the serum and asked to come to do some tests. Of course, I could not refuse him this, so I went to Germany.