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With one small exception.
I could see ten seconds into the future and foresee every possible eventuality.
To those on the outside, it would have looked like I was simply making decisions in my life the same way they were.
Except I knew what would happen next with any decision I made.
There was no uncertainty for me — at least, not within the next ten seconds.
At least, that was what I was capable of if I hadn’t blocked the ability with drugs and alcohol.
Sometimes seeing the future was as painful as recalling the past.
The one Vision I had seen that stretched beyond that short ten-second gap in time involved the female.
The cell door had opened and something had shuffled inside before the guard locked the door again.
At first, I hadn’t even noticed her enter.
But as I heard the shuffling of feet, I realized there was another person in the room.
This was new.
And new things were not something to be celebrated at Ikmal.
I figured it was just another of the Supervisor’s plans to get me to reveal what I saw in his Machine.
The truth was, I saw nothing in it — I blocked it out and refused to see the Visions he tried to make me see.
A series of images flashed across the holo-display, images designed to stimulate my ability and project it further into the future.
The Supervisor seemed to think this machine enhanced my ability, but so far, he had only been met with disappointment.
I didn’t know if the machine truly worked or not — I never allowed it to.
I could not be made to see Visions when I did not wish to see them.
But the Supervisor, believing I was only holding back, tortured me, injecting me with chemicals to make me tell him what I had seen.
Each time, I told him I had seen nothing — which was actually the truth.
No matter what chemicals he injected into me, I would only ever tell him the truth.
The small shuffling figure was not a fellow Blinker — I would have been shocked if she had been as I was the last of my kind.
The rest of my species had been wiped out by those seeking to take advantage of our ability to see into the future.
In doing so, they had achieved the only predictable outcome.
Since then, I had lived a half-life, shuffling from one planet to another, performing party tricks just good enough to not pique anyone’s interest but not so good it might make me hit the big time.
To do so would have put me on someone’s radar and it wouldn’t be long before they honed in on me, asking questions to figure out how I did what I did.
Then I would have to disappear, only this time, with a face known far and wide.
I earned enough to survive, to get by and afford whatever substances I needed to quell the dull ache of the distant past.
A side effect was the dulling of my ability to see the future.
