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Chapter Four - Believe It
"The What?" Dave asked, clearly intrigued. His rage was slowly being replaced by curiosity.
"Bear with me OK cause this is a lot to take in. About 40 years ago, this scientific research company called Kelencine began pondering the idea of...humans being capable of supernatural abilities. The thing is Dave... they actually proved it. In fact, they more than just proved it, they developed a way to unlock these abilities in people, people with actual psychic abilities!"
"What?!? Jackson don't screw with me. I swear... "
"Dave I'm not screwing with you! Listen to me. Back in the 60s—"
"When people believed in UFO landings and little green aliens?"
"Yeah Dave back then." Jackson rolled his eyes and continued. "It was rumored that the government somehow found out what Kelencine was up to and helped to facilitate their research. Kelencine came up with a theory that certain people had special brain architecture different from other human beings. People with this special brain architecture were believed to be capable of exhibiting clairvoyant and psychic abilities. There were tests and experiments conducted to try and unlock these abilities within people who fit those criteria, which the government also allowed Kelencine to do. There are rumors that the government even helped Kelencine located these unique individuals."
"This is crazy", Dave began. "And you're the one saying that I need help?" He reached his arm forward to disengage the emergency stop button, but Jackson stepped forward to block his path.
"Dave I'm telling you the truth! If you come with me tomorrow, I'll prove it."
"Go with you were exactly? You're trying to tell me that our government has been allowing some private sector company to experiment on people to try and make them psychic? For what?"
"Dave..."
"Look, it's late and I'm tired. Now move out of my way."
Jackson stepped aside and Dave pressed the emergency stop button. Their bodies jerked as the elevator proceeded to continue upwards towards the 6th floor. Both Dave and Jackson remained silent during the rest of the ride.
As the metal doors opened, Jackson reached into his pocket and handed Dave a piece of paper.
"Look if you change your mind, give me a call. I'll be waiting. Not like you got anything better to do."
"Whatever". Dave took the paper and walked out of the elevator and towards his apartment. Jackson watched the big guy leave. He sighed as he pressed the ground floor button and leaned on the guard rail behind him.
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