"He's started to , I don't know, teleport around his crib." She shrugged her shoulders. "So, I'll put him down like a normal being and when I come back in he's sideways in the corner with his legs up the slats of the crib. And he can't even roll over yet, so I don't know how he's doing it."
The nurse looked up through glasses turned opaque by reflected light. "Oh, you'd be surprised! They just move when they're ready at that age."
That's what they tell you. The truth is, though, the kid probably was teleporting around the crib. You ever see a baby scrunch his face up like Hiro on the tv show? Bending space and time. Serious. The cover story is that the kid's jsut taking a dump, but really - do you make faces when you do number two?
Anyway, the truth of the matter is that, for the past 32 years, a handful of kids every year have been born with psychic powers. Where'd they go? Why aren't we living in some kind of Star Wars Comic Book fairy land? Because They get to the kids first. The truth is that kids haven't needed vaccinations in decades - we bloody cured small pox! The stuff they inject kids with is an engineered retrovirus that targets and kills certain areas of the developing human brain. They can't stop whatever it is that gives these kids the powers, but they can kill the section of brain that lets them use 'em.
You notice, inthe news, how they say that autism rates are going up? Some people are saying that's because of mercury in the vaccinations. That's crap, of course. The real reason is that some kids are scoring real high on the psychic tests they do in utero (you think they really need that many ultrasounds?). Those kids, they give a heavy dose to. Gotta keep 'em down. The Machine isn't ready to deal with psychic kids yet.
How do I know all this? Well, lemme tell you - they don't get every kid. Some of 'em get away.
I'm the one who goes after 'em when they show up on the grid. That's why I shot you in the leg, and that's why I injected you with that stuff that made it so hard to think straight. We got an appointment with a vivisectionist, you and me, kid.