" Finally, back at home." said my father after closing the door of our apartment.

"Isas what was ... " But before my mother could finish her sentence, my father quickly gestured to her to be quiet, then went to turn on some speakers and put music at a high level.

"Now we can talk" We lived in a world of hypersurveillance, yet there were always dark corners or loops to avoid it.

"Yes, what was that? ..." and so, the usual talk began and quickly ended with my mother saying it was a gift from God like other mutants, my sister wanting me to show her what I could do, and my father quickly stopping me and warning me that we got really lucky this time. The anti-mutants' agents didn’t test anyone for the M gene, they were too lax, and the situation was fishy.

Indeed, usually, everyone would have been tested for Mutant powers and arrested the new mutant, only for him to be experimented on or planted with a bomb, to become either the Federation’s dog or a slave to a Big Corporation.

Finally at peace, in my room, I could think about all of this.

I do love my family, but they are a bit too noisy for me.

I was eager to try my power, and so I looked at a pen on my desk and wished for it to fly, it didn't work, nothing.

I put my hand in front of me and tried another time, but nothing.

I tried different movements with my hand, but it didn't work.

Tried random words, but nothing. And so, I continued for 5 minutes... nothing worked.

I sat on the chair near the desk, and took the pen in my hand, raised it to an eye level while thinking that maybe that power was temporary, maybe I was not fated, maybe it was for the best, lynched by mobs of anger citizens fanaticized by the propaganda, hunted by everyone.

Damn, it was so cool, moving objects with my mind, maybe I am just another 15-year-old.

Let's try one last time.

“It worked !!” I said while laughing like a kid who just got a new toy.

Something in my mind clicked like a long last part of me waking up. I could feel something going from my head to the pen and holding it.

The pen was floating in front of my eyes, I tried to move it by moving my fingers, like manipulating a puppet, and it moved a few centimeters away from it, I made it turn on itself.

Then I made it float away from me, at first it was working great, then at a certain point it was like my connection with it went downhill in a matter of centimeters, and the pen fell on the ground miserably attracted by gravity.

It didn't even go that far; I used my phone to materialize a holographic ruler and again restarted the experiment.

I wanted to mentally cry, I could control it 20 cm in front of me and only in what I could see, so no behind my head.

20cm... what could I do with this ... wait that was not it...

I felt a small pain beginning to rise in my head... the pen began to shake in mid-air and 10 seconds after it fell again prey to gravity, with a splitting headache for my part.

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20 centimeters and what 2 minutes and a half of use...

It was not a superpower; it was a damn cheap magic trick... I heard that magicians from Aurora can use a spell called mage hand to control objects in a radius of 10 meters from the caster and with a weight going from 20kg to 50 kg depending on the user.

My power compared to them was like a needle compared to a greatsword.

Maybe the outburst from earlier was just luck in a life-and-death crisis.

5 mins later the headache was still there, damn it... a headache from lifting a pen... for 2 mins... I calmed down and began breathing slowly while concentrating on my breathing and trying to calm my mind.

The pain began to gradually leave.

And so, I opened my eyes while letting a frustrated breath out.

Well... wait weight, the magic spells also had factors depending on the weight... please maybe my power can be still salvaged if I can lift heavy things.

I looked around my room for my dumbbells, from which I took off a disk of 5 kg and raised right in front of my head... should I let it go and hope my power to work... at worst I could catch it with my own hands, right?

'Don't be stupid' I put the disk down on the desk and put the pen next to it, I lowered my head so that the pen could be in a 20 cm radius.

The pen began to rise, I could lift things from surfaces, that's a start, then I put the pen down with my Telekinesis.

Yes, it is still telekinesis despite its huge limitations.

So, I turned my attention to the 5kg disk, please God at least let my power be a little cool. Pleaseeee...

The disk began rumbling, fidgeting when another splitting headache took over my mind...

'Nooooooo' I shouted mentally, I quickly closed my eyes to "meditate" to recover from the pain.

3 mins later

'5 kg was already too much' I thought while lamenting in my mind.

*Sigh, at least I have a superpower, useless telekinesis but still, this is something... useless.

I laid on my bed and closed my eyes, a good nap would do me some good...

I thought: 3 hours later... I hate naps that transform into half-sleep.

It was already night, I got up and simply ate dinner with my family... an unusual silence was present. I was accustomed to a fun and lively dinner, but I think today's events really weighed on everyone's mind, death was not a simple matter, except maybe for me who is crazy.

Hopefully, there won’t be any trauma remaining.

And so, I returned to bed ... wait, I forgot to do my English and math homework ... noooo, may that accursed villain rot in hell, I forgot that I had left those for today.

Damn, another night with 6 hours of sleep.

School... It was Monday, I do not particularly hate Mondays, sadly it's the first day of school.

Afternoon:

Another boring day at school, let's play the new Popstar game LTA 8, it was in development for 68 years...

Damn, I need 1 trillion terra bits for the game, forget it...

Ah yes, I have my telekinesis, completely left my mind.

New day, new me... fuck people who say this.

I can't say my power is useless, simply because of 3 limitations, yesterday I was emotional and stupid.

Let me be rational today, let's run a battery of tests.

It began with me setting multiple light objects from a pen to needles and cutlery. Yes, I still have a pen in the 22nd century, I sometimes enjoy writing with it in a book, a personal hobby.

I began by yet again levitating the pen, then while keeping the pen afloat I lifted another one, it was like using two hands, the second one was a bit shaky, then I tried to raise another and I succeeded but all 3 of them were shaking a lot, and the headache was slowly but surely coming in.

I let them drop, then took 2 minutes to meditate and heal the headache, now I know the more I hold the more... let's call it Mental energy gets used up.

Let's try something different I raised two and began to make them turn in opposite directions, it was hard to make 2 different things while holding them afloat and my energy was consumed in 40 seconds...

Well actions like moving objects require even more energy and manipulating 2 objects to do 2 different things is even harder, but I think this is more a limitation of the human mind, even if someone is ambidextrous, he can't write 2 different texts with his hands at the same time.

I left my room to look for a needle, I put it down on my desk and again lowered my head, my sister came in and immediately burst into laughers, my head was 20 cm (about 7.87 in) away from the table and my eyes were focusing on it, I looked like I was reprimanding the needle if it could see, it would be frightened by a huge face looking at it with an angry but funny looking face looming above it.

After my sister left, I made the needle move a bit and played with it.

5 minutes was time before the headache began, so the weight did affect my ability.

And so, I continued with some experiments, could I make the pen rotate and then fly at a fast speed, what happens when I try to hold an object in movements?

And so, days passed, I continued to use my abilities every day for small amounts of time.