This week with Arlene and Jeff:
..."Me?" Jeff said, somewhat taken aback. "I'm no telepath." But it hit him, and he went quickly on. "I wish I were, but Ship reads my mind, and we can communicate while I'm inside her or within a couple of hundred yards, but it's Ship that basically does the communicating. I'm just a plain old Earthman with absolutely no mental talents along those lines - at all." But even as he spoke, Jeff wondered how he was able to call to Ship if he were close enough to her, and then there was the time when he was slipping off that snow-covered ledge…"
The First raised that eyebrow again, but made no verbal response. Finally, "We have had individuals who were rumored to be telepathic, but I have never encountered anyone who claimed to have that talent."
"What about this Precog thing you've talked about? You said that you were a Precog 1 with absolutely no - shall we say - marketable abilities. Is that correct?"
The First Officer smiled. "I have never thought of it that way, but yes, that describes it nicely."
"Well, if that's so, then how did you win all those gunfights? I'm a fairly fast reader, and I've read through much of your ship's logs that it dumped to the escape pods, or whatever your race called them, when they were activated."
"I… just knew they were waiting to attack me. The Captain managed to…"
"Bullshit. Even though you had your back turned, you still had time to shoot him in the arm instead of killing him. You made a mistake by turning your back on the Captain - yet you still managed to live. When they tested you for Precog abilities, did you fake it to flunk the test?" Jeff bluntly asked...
Have a goodun;
Roust