Psion Beta (Psion series #1)
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Sammy, a 14-year-old fugitive, accidentally discovers he has the powers of a Psion.
Plucked off the streets, he is thrust into the rigorously-disciplined environment of Psion Beta headquarters. As a new Beta, Sammy must hone his newfound abilities using holographic fighting simulations, stealth training missions, and complex war games. His fellow trainees are other kids competing to prove their worth so they can graduate and contribute to the war effort.
But the stifling competition at headquarters isolates Sammy from his peers. Learning to use his incredible powers is difficult enough, but when things go horribly wrong on a routine training mission, he must rely on the other Betas to stay alive.
The Silent War is at a tipping point; even one boy can be the difference.
But to do so, he must survive.
overwhelmed him. When those moments came, he took a few minutes to calm down, then set his mind to a specific task. His first idea was to build something so he could climb back out of the shaft he’d fallen down. This idea eventually proved impossible. The opening to the shaft was too high to reach by blast-jumping alone, and he couldn’t build anything sturdy to jump from because he had no tools. It seemed reasonable to believe the resistance group must have had a second entrance somewhere, an
Reynolds/Reynolds. The one after it read Hayman/Petrov, and finally Berhane/Plack. “Cool! That’s you, right?” Brickert asked pointing at the names, and smiling for the first time since they had met. “We’re going to be roommates.” Sammy saw the relief in Brickert’s face. The poor kid’s probably been terrified he’d get a roommate that would eat him. Rooming with Brickert was fine by him; at least he would not be stuck with some anal-retentive wacko. Unless Brickert turns out to be some
Sammy had expected. A bunk bed stood against the left wall. He guessed he’d probably be sleeping on the top given Brickert’s size. Two large desks stood at the back wall with a chair apiece, and spacious closets with mirrors were on the opposite side of the room from the beds. The furniture all seemed high quality and looked recently cleaned and polished. “Wow!” Brickert said. “I can’t believe I’m going to be living somewhere so—so posh!” Posh was not the word Sammy chose to describe it, but he
floor, suspended on nothing but air. Sammy bent his knees as if he were about to jump, but then remembered Byron’s instructions. Against what came naturally, he stood with his legs fairly straight, and prepared to blast through his feet. The nervousness that had disappeared during the hand-blasting exercises returned. “Blast!” he shouted, focusing on the energy leaving through his feet. Nothing. Thinking of the steps of the blast again, he prepared himself for a second try. “BLAST!” He shot
“Why does scouting even matter if the labyrinth changes every five minutes?” Sammy asked Li. In answer to his rebellious thought, the words of Commander Byron rang in his ears: a place for you to put aside your egos, your prejudices, and learn cooperation and execution. They reached the top of the stairs, coming to a large corridor with several doorways on each side. Sammy made to go in, but Li stopped him, shaking his head. “Going in the open means death. Just wait a little longer.” They