Alli walked across the bottom of the pool, in a T-shirt and shorts, keeping her arms out to maintain her balance. Her breath rattled around in the metal skull; she looked out of the grate of the diving helmet. Underwater, the weaker gravity made the apparatus feel a little gentler on her shoulders.
She was awash in the warm water. But she was also awash in the static and comms of New York City, far away. She shifted the focus of her mind, like tuning an antenna, and different frequencies faded in and out. In the water, the signal of her mind was amplified. The radius of her reach was expanded, without her expending any greater energy on her part.
One voice rang out among the many, with greater expectancy and urgency. Downtown, in a quaint bistro, Nancy, the lab assistant, was reading the phone book. Alli homed in on this singular signal and broadcasted it back to the tower. Transmit and receive. Her training was complete.
“On the Nightway” – Admo