very careful with pk

There was too much to do to let this get in the way of my training.

Returning to my work, I could feel the forming cloth as if I were doing it by hand. If someone had managed to walk into my room without my knowing, they’d have found a complex web of thread and fabric held in the air and spread throughout the room. The web shifted constantly, as if being woven by invisible machines and gripped by unseen hands—which was exactly the case. Granted, the machines and hands were made out of focused thought rather than steel or flesh, but they moved in accordance to my will, spinning and sowing and shifting as I wished. One of the benefits of being Psychokinetic was that if you understood the processes, which I did, you could use it in place of even industrial machinery.

There were limits, of course. My mind could create things that were physical, giving the impression of conveyor belts and sewing machines and far more besides—but it could replace the need for the materials those machines worked. I’d stocked up, thankfully, and so that wasn’t a concern so long as I remained focused, but though I had a number of flaws, a lack of attention to detail was not one of them.

Simply by focusing, I could turn our room into a factory, except more versatile, because the machines didn’t run according to any designs or schedule except those I wished. I could change the entire process with a thought, switching out machines or materials or whatever else simply by willing it, and so things moved. It was simple enough to weave clothes together, just as it was simple to weave threads of Dust into them as I did. While some of my mental machinery was focused on fabrics and thread, the rest was devoted to several sets of hovering Dust crystals that I was slowly unravelling to lace and coat specific threads, sewing power into the forming clothes and lighting the room with eerie colors.