Sylvere - The Origins of Sylvere
Apr 1 18:11:14 2005

*a report has been left here, aged and covered in dust*

Thoughts are the content of cognition, they are electric pulses in our brains
that make us see things, make us observe, make us create, make us review
things we've experienced. They are the final frontier to privacy and to
identity. Thoughts define who we are, what we think is just for us to
know, for us to protect and cherish. All the good things, all the forbidden
loves, all the desires, we only know of them, we keep them safe and
comfort in knowing that no one else will ever know. We find solace in
knowing all our dark secrets are safe and kept from curious others, we are
comforted in knowing that no one will ever know of the wrongs we have
made, the wrong we keep in the shadows of our mind.

But then they were born, freaks of nature, invaders of the minds. These
telepaths, these mistakes, these thieves. Willingly or not, these freaks
have the ability to listen to our thoughts, to hear the echoes they make and
to learn what they mean, to decode these signals that we have long thought
ran silent through time. But they listen, they know, all of our precious
moments are theirs for the taking. Yet, irony finds it mark. For as
telepaths can hear our thoughts, we can hear theirs, they project their
thoughts with as much ferocity as they conjured them as. Their anger, we
feel, their sorrow, we taste, their loss, we mourn. It is uncontrollable; we
have lost who we are. For we are they, and they are we.

See, the transition between thoughts with a telepath and non-telepath
occurs only when the two are in close proximity. Friends, family, lovers
of this freak are subject to this. And in crowds the telepath is drowned
with thoughts and many are said to have been driven mad from this.
There are no such things as secrets, for secrets are things we hold onto and
the more we hold onto something the easier it is to take. For this telepaths
were exiled, sent away into their own interment camps, where they may
live the rest of their lives, rehabilitated.

One such case, that I remember the most was this boy, his name was *the
name seems to have been smeared out* but he insisted on going by
Sylvere. He was a lonely child, the only child of two parents. They loved
him, even though they sent him away. They couldn't bear knowing that
their son could hear them, that he knew everything. So they sent him
away. The mother committed suicide after and the father died of
heartbreak, so it was sad. In the internment camps Sylvere makes good
progress, in school anyway, he has no friends, even with his own peers.
He excels, but it was never enough. He causes trouble; he enjoys starting
fights and stealing. He takes little part of everyone he meets and because
of that he never knows himself.

"Telepathy and Youth: Case #1032583" written by Jysan Melfir, Professor
of the Cognitive Sciences and Licensed Parapsychologist.