From Alien Fringe...
I live like a goddamned rat. This place is too small. It's not &%$&% There it is again! Always like that. They say so much more in so much less time. Something about how he lives richly, while others suffer. He imagines how he might describe it to Daniel. "I know this sounds strange, but you know me. I have to be honest… I hear voices."
"Oh…. What kind of voices?" Daniel's eyes widen, deadpan to hide his thinking.
"Actually, they're not really voices. I don't really hear them; I sense them in my mind."
If Daniel had said that to him a few years earlier, he would have thought they were in trouble as a partnership. Michael thought of various ways to tell him. Psi trails, telepathy; the paranormal. All of it non-normal to Daniel. It was sad not to relate his observations because Daniel had a good mind. He listened well, attentive to details, the sentience of being. He'd studied under good people, but he was so… reductive. After a while Michael gave up, yet the communications continued. He'd even become friendly with them. They seemed to be at least as bright as he is, if not smarter.
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