Precognitive Painting

"But how can we believe them?" one man asked.

I sighed and pulled a picture from the pile on the desk in front of me.

I'd drawn it myself; my art style was a lot more comic book-ey than the other artists, likely because I didn't really have a lot of talent at art. The power gave me a little, but it wasn't nearly the quality of the other artists. It was good enough to draw a halfway recognizable human face on a screen with a speech bubble, saying, "But how can we believe them?"

"That's impossible," he said. "Precogs aren't that good."

I pulled out another picture and showed it to them. It had his exact words.

***

Evolved precogs could enter a Tinker like fugue almost at will, and their greatest limitation was the time it took to draw. I'd heard that there were dream weavers, and dream precognitives in the population, but I hadn't bothered to go after powers like that, not when my opponents for the near future weren't likely to be human at all.

Also, I wasn't sleeping a lot anyway.

"The new class of precogs are considerably more powerful than most parahuman precogs, especially as beings that are a blind spot to parahumans such as Endbringers simply aren't to them," I said.

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