Jim sat, the grass rustling around him. The obvious materials failed to coalesce before him; he seemed instinctively to realize that they were not operating in the physical world and he did not have to adhere to its laws. His conscious mind wished him to, but he fought it. Because nearly any material known to man could be got around. Energy, however, or something that could change its state, could be manipulated. But it still had to be something his mind understood.
With that, something like a force-field coalesced before him, vaguely rectangular but somehow unfixed. In this, and in the gentle swirl of color on it surface, it took something from Jim's experience of various gaseous/energy beings, like the Companion of Zefram Cochrane. One could reach into it, but it would admit no outside influence.
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Date: 2009-12-29 08:14 pm (UTC)Jim sat, the grass rustling around him. The obvious materials failed to coalesce before him; he seemed instinctively to realize that they were not operating in the physical world and he did not have to adhere to its laws. His conscious mind wished him to, but he fought it. Because nearly any material known to man could be got around. Energy, however, or something that could change its state, could be manipulated. But it still had to be something his mind understood.
With that, something like a force-field coalesced before him, vaguely rectangular but somehow unfixed. In this, and in the gentle swirl of color on it surface, it took something from Jim's experience of various gaseous/energy beings, like the Companion of Zefram Cochrane. One could reach into it, but it would admit no outside influence.
"A force-field," he murmured.