Post by Robert CarnegiePost by p***@hotmail.comPost by James NicollTelepath (Hive Minds, book 1) by Janet Edwards
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"I see there's a prequel novella and that the aptitude testing is called "The Lottery", so it might be not especially scientific. (And that an actual lottery is another sin they probably don't have.) But hmm... anyone who is job graded, say, "pop star" or "social influencer" or "candy taster" would be actually revealing the psi powers they used to make that happen."
Thought leader? Someone once remarked that the term "thought leader"
sounded like it had been translated from German, in which language
it would have been "gedankenfuhrer".
James said these are adventures of "Amber and her team",
which I think I was reading, right or wrong, as her
being in charge, despite having just started the job.
On the other hand, if telepaths are not equal then the
newbie may be top brain, and this is for younger readers...
But since I also imagined that The Lottery /is/ a random
process in which telepaths can cheat (telekinesis might be
a better psi power for that, but I've read a lot of
Marvel Comics in which tepe and teke powers are cheerfully
treated as interchangeable, not to mention Star Wars and
The Tomorrow People where you get a whole set anyway),
so that these are teenagers choosing the career they
want... I wonder what sort of teenager wants to be
a thought leader?
An unusual one. From _Beyond This Horizon_ by Robert Heinlein:
He knew now what he wanted to be when he "grew up." The other fellows talked
about what they wanted to do. ("I'm going to be a rocket pilot when I grow up."
"So am I." "I'm not. My father says a business man can hire all the rocket
pilots he wants." "He couldn't hire me." "He could so.") Let them talk. Young
Felix knew what he wanted to do. He would be an encyclopedic synthesist. All the
really great men were synthesists. The whole world was their oyster. Who stood a
chance of being elected to the Board of Policy but a synthesist? What specialist
was there who did not, in the long run, take his orders from a synthesist? They
were the leaders, the men who knew everything, the philosopher-kings of whom the
ancients had dreamed. He kept his dream to himself. He appeared to be pulling
out of his preadolescent narcissist period and to be undergoing the social
integration of adolescence with no marked trouble. His developers were unaware
that he was headed for an insuperable obstacle. Youths seldom plan to generalize
their talents; it takes more subtle imagination than they usually possess to see
romance in being a policy former.
Peter Wezeman
anti-social Darwinist