Only his ears were working. He didn't know where he was, or even if he had a name.
"What I'm saying is that his brain is constantly in the alpha state." The voice was female. Young, but clinical. Somewhere a machine gave off a series of high-pitched chirps in sequence. The voice and the chirps sounded alike.
"Psychic?" That voice was male, older. Rough. Hopeful.
"We all have four brain states. Theta is meditation, the sixth sense if you want to call it that. Beta is our normal waking state. Alpha is in between. We shift among them constantly, but not this guy. He lives in between waking and dream. It could explain the phenomena."
She said "phenomena" as if it wasn't the right word, like she didn't know what the hell to call it. The machine chirped at a higher pitch.
"He's spiking. He can hear us."
Then there was a pinprick, and he couldn't anymore.
He'd seen himself squeezing the ball in his mind's eye long before the day he made his fingers do it. He knew the doctor was wearing the