A purely psychic pleasure overwhelmed his more than one hundred and thirty points of mental. It was wonderful and astonishing.
He couldn't quite comprehend the nature of this skill. Vaguely a sense of pending doom pounded on the limits of his consciousness. But he was too lost in the moment to care. So slowly ever so slowly this euphoric tide of ecstasy spread through his mind.
The fact that his mental attribute was so high made this skill so much the better. He could feel the pleasure dripping and oozing through the depths of his mind oh so sweetly. Gordon had the irrational urge to cheer. Willing the pleasure to go deeper and deeper. It was like a web, not so much displacing his memories and base desires. Instead it felt like his inner most recesses were suddenly expanding and growing to accommodate [Virtual Task Manager].
