"The first death dreamer officially awakened only 50 years ago, 250 years after the first psionic. It was, by far, the newest field, and much of it was still an enigma. Despite the lack of information, it is the weakest ability to awaken, and has limited application. The majority of employment opportunities are investigation oriented, focused on police and military forces."
Kinson winced as he read. This article, which he had found on EverythingPsi.org, actually conclusively claimed that death dreaming was the weakest ability. They weren't any "generally considered," or ''widely known as." He took a deep breath, his finger hesitating over the exit button. Then, he shook his head. Although it was irritating, at least he would know what others thought of him. Fortunately, his frustration took a back seat and interest returned as the next section explained the various dangers of death dreaming.
"It is tantamount to suicide to enter a deathdream without the aid of the DeathDream System (DDS), a recent invention powered by psionic energy, which monitors and regulates the state of a deathdreamer. The most common danger is posed to one's identity. A psionist can easily lose their sense of self and detachment from the dream world and undergo an identity crisis, which frequently persists once the psionist has reentered reality. Furthermore, it is not uncommon for a deathdreamer's soul to completely dissipate upon immersing itself within the deathdream. . These fatal cases have only occurred in the absence of the DDS, but the cause still remains unknown. It is thought to be related to the class of psionist, and is now prevalent among weaker psionists."
Kinson nodded. Sure enough, everything was just as he remembered. When he first awakened his ability, he was extremely excited, and went around learning every random fact and Rome about death dreamers. However, after he proved to have no talent, his enthusiasm quickly waned, and he stopped following it as closely. Now, a few months later, he barely remembered anything more than common knowledge.
Feeling inspired, he opened his local government related news app to check on any developments in psionic field. The main headline caught his gaze, and his eyebrows rose higher the more he read.
"This just in! The Council of Titan has officially declared the planet in a state of emergency. Deep space pirates have been discovered gathering in the far side of the rings of saturn. Their current objectives are unknown, but the council has appealed to the FFA. In addition, the council of Titan has asked us to issue the following information."
A video appeared behind the news anchor, featuring a rough looking man in a cleanly pressed military uniform. The camera somehow caught the gleam of his many polished badges which lined his breast, sending sparkles of light into the lens.
After a second or two of silence, the man cleared his throat. "Residents and visitors of Titan, we do not issue this warning to cause any alarm. You may think of this as simply a notice. While these criminals are armed and dangerous, we assure you they are not in a position to threaten your families and livelihoods. You may notice increased military air and space traffic, as well as a shortage of some goods, but this is expected, and will be quite temporary. Thank you for your patience."
"Space pirates, huh? That sounds pretty exciting. I wonder if anyone at the BPI knows about this," Kinson scratched his chin thoughtfully. Some of his new coworkers did have ties with the military, after all. If he had remembered to collect anyone's contact information, he definitely would have asked. The was always tomorrow.
With nothing else to do, Kinson whiled away the rest of the evening watching a random movie he found online. "The death curse of the Asteroid." Final conclusion: Every bit as cringy as it sounded.