I'm confused. my whole life is a lie.

Well i exist. I was actually kind of enjoying it with the mortals.
I guess im here because i destroyed Universe Gamma-Trion?
I swear, it was an accident.

Look forward to meeting everyone.

Hey this school is really great! My roommates are @Jerzi, @Ami C, and @Hallie Green, tho Hallie hasn't been the same since the last Invocation of the Aliens. Have you been to one of those? I went late to the first one and had to stand way in the back and all I could see was the strange green light. The humming sound was really loud.

Speaking of, have you met @Terra, or @The Wayfarer? I want to meet them because being just a regular earthling I'm eager to meet students from other planets and I heard they know about that stuff. Meeting people from different backgrounds is one of the great opportunities Psychic High School offers.

Emotional Finance is pretty cutthroat. Asking classmates for help with the homework is a transactional minefield because rule #1 is literally “Everything is Business.” You’re constantly measuring insecurities and mapping vulnerabilities, all the while keeping an eye on the Weekly Threat Briefing. At least the teacher is nice—love that Ms. Kudli!!!

For all the classes and "hands on learning" that goes on at Psychic High School, I feel like they're not really teaching us anything. Today we brought roadkill back to life in a sink using a car battery and some baking soda. I got a baby skunk, and it was really cute when it sputtered to life, even with its head squashed and one eye hanging out. But when we let them all go in the woods, it was just like "Good job! You get an A!" with no discussion about if it was ethical to bring them back and make them live again, or what the ramifications were, or even if there were any.

I feel like there's a lot going on that they just don't--or won't--explain. They're just concerned about test scores.

When you’re a psychic lockpicker there are a lot of temptations. There’s robbing the past for future opportunities, and then there’s robbing the future for opportunities in the past. It’s all a matter of which way you pick the locks.

My roommate, Bitch Teen, doesn’t believe in the past or the future. Only the now. When she dons her Gloves of Power she forces the now into the shape she wants.

I think we’ll make a good team. █ a⃠d⃠a⃠d⃠

Hi I'm Ella and I'm here to create a synthetic knowledge base and fight against Anti-life.

Skills don’t do you any good unless you know what to do with them. It’s important to set goals.

Bitch Teen and I were already getting on each other’s nerves in our tiny room. It was a regular Psyhigh double, two twin beds shoved in a shoebox, basically, with a view of the brick wall of the next wing.

“The world’s our oyster, honey,” I told her. “We’ve just got to open it up.”

So I spun the tumblers till we saw an opening. It’s the bright, clear light you’re looking for, not hazy and smokey. I jimmied it till I heard the gentle tinkle of the pins and rolled the plug.

Bitch Teen donned her Gloves of Power and opened the door.

Now we’ve got a penthouse quad to ourselves, overlooking the commons and the gardens in the distance. But Bitch Teen still leaves her stuff all over the place. We’ve got to work on that. █ a⃠d⃠a⃠d⃠

Bitch Teen says she wants a "real heist." The kind where we take the big prize, the one that's kept just out of reach at all times.

"You mean the Discs?"

"Yeah, whatever you wanna call them. The golden tablets, the real news, the true story. I want that."

They call them "the Discs" for a reason. The Aten, the Eye of Ra, the Moon Disk, Gold Records (Perry Como's hit single "Catch a Falling Star" and Glen Miller's "Chattanooga Choo Choo"), acetate, rare Strudelsoft, Holographic Versatile Disc... all mythical embodiments of the spheres of the Qliphoth, as laid out on a cheap subway map.

What the wannabes and the greenhorns don't understand is that getting ahold of the instructions isn't the treasure they think it is. Sure, it'll show you some shortcuts, some backdoors, some kill-switches... a lot of a psychic lockpicker's skillset is straight out of that book. But in the end, it's just another blueprint for a prison.

"Sure," I said. I didn't want to seem unsupportive.

"Great. I want to reach out and grab them with my hands." █ a⃠d⃠a⃠d⃠