“Kinzie, you need to listen to me for a minute. Let’s talk about concepts. Imagine the world isn’t the way you think it is. Imagine all possible futures exist, like a tree spreading out its branches at points where decisions or actions send an object or a person in different directions.”
All possible futures? I narrowed my eyes, blurring Uncle Mark’s tawny head as I tried to figure out where this could be going. Was this some lesson on how the rats made choices? Or was it about randomness or seeming impossibilities? Or was there something I’d missed in the reading for class? The only thing it sounded like was “… collapsing quantum wave functions,” I mumbled, remembering the concept from high school physics. Actually, we hadn’t studied that. My teacher had mentioned quantum physics a few times and I’d delved into it on my own because I liked the ideas. But that’s all they were – ideas. And they had nothing to do with psychology.
Uncle Mark broke into a broad smile and nodded. “You are on the right track, Kinzie. It’s difficult to explain. Like trying to describe the sense of smell to someone who has none. But some people can sense the bifurcating futures that propagate through the quantum foam. Now, all the futures don’t happen, as some interpretations suggest, but they all have the potential to happen. People like you, and Rex, and me, can perceive this.”
I stared at him blankly for a moment. My psychology professor was talking about quantum foam and bifurcating futures. I had to be dreaming. Maybe this was a manifestation of my guilt over the lab, and nothing in the dream would make sense. But Uncle Mark was still watching me, waiting for me to speak.
“No one can see the future,” I responded flatly. Maybe this was some sort of joke? “People who say they can – well, they work in circuses and go by names like Madame Lyuba. They aren’t psychology professors.” I said pointedly. Dr. Collier gave a hearty laugh.
“I’d say they are psychology professors,” Rex chuckled, flashing a toothy grin. “You’re one of us, Kinzie. You’re adept.”
“Adept,” Rex said again. “We can read the branches into the future and the decisions that affect which future happens.
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