Mind Blind - The Novel That Never Was

The novel behind Mind Blind's inspiration will forever remain an unfinished draft, and I've been reluctant to share anything since it diverges so much from the IF's canon. (Sally is the main protagonist and in the MIV Program, Nick is her love interest, and Aeon is a high school.)

However, with Mind Blind's demo having met it's one year anniversary this month (!!!), I thought it might be fun to provide at least a glimpse into the original story's setting.

So, here it is . . .

Set in an alternate galaxy far, far away . . .

“You don’t belong here, Sally.”

I glared across the cafeteria table at Ellery, my lifelong best friend and current annoyance. “Better here than there.” I gestured to the AMO table, where a group of telepaths were trying to see who could levitate glasses filled to the brim with milk without spilling a single drop. None were particularly successful.

Ellery shook their head. “You’re psychic. And Ments belong in . . .”

“I belong in the MIV program,” I retorted. “My aptitude scores were high enough, and even you have to admit that I’m a natural born strategist.”

“Because you’re—”

“Immensely intelligent.”

“No, you’re—”

“Breathtakingly beautiful.”

“Precognitive,” Ellery finished. “It’s easy to come up with a plan when you can see the future.”

I tried to kick Ellery under the table, only to have them smirk when my leg proved too short to reach their calf. Thankfully, a quick look around the lunchroom confirmed that the other students were too busy with their own petty high school dramas to pay attention to mine.

“Shut up,” I hissed at Ellery. “I told you, I’m done with everyone knowing about my supposed ‘gift’.”

And I was done. Done being asked for the winning lotto numbers, or whether or not someone would be successful in asking out their crush. Done trying to explain that my visions didn’t work that way, and that I was more likely to foresee their untimely and brutal death in a motorcycle collision than them living out a happily ever after with the love of their life.

People never seemed to get that there was a reason that seers were almost universally tragic figures in literature and mythology.

“Hey, Salami.”

I groaned internally. Another thing that I was done with? 

Nicholas Wiseman.