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anyway. That’s not a big deal, I
guess.”
    “ Imagine how useful an eidetic memory would be considering what
I can already do.”
    Kali wondered if somebody had both abilities. They would be a
force to be reckoned with.
    Max shrugged brawny shoulders. “You can do a lot already,
Kal.”
    He was right. What she did was extraordinary by her own
standards. Kali wasn’t known as dim. Compared to average her
intelligence quotient was frighteningly high, and her practical
left-handed-outlook to situations made her approach problems
sideways.
    Nobody but Max knew about the physical skill she had, but that
was only because she’d only just consciously realised that what she
did was abnormal, and he’d been there to witness the moment it
happened.
    Max and Kali shared a love of retro culture. Watching films
from the previous century, playing old video games built outside of
the HoloSphere, listening to pre-recorded music that was created by
people, not machines that analyze your mood.
    They’d been watching a HoloVid about ballet, and when the
ballerina auditioned for the prima role Kali stood to mock the
dance. Her body took control. She danced the choreography as if she
had been a ballerina her entire life. Leaping across her sitting
room like a spectral being, she’d been graceful, poised ... just
sensational. Her toes had bled and her muscles ached afterward, but
she remembered being elated then decisively terrified.
    She didn’t understand how she had been able to do it
considering she’d never had a lesson in her life, and she’d never
been to the ballet. Kali was the kind of girl who screamed
profanities at her favourite HoverBall team, not the kind who
strapped on satin shoes and danced around. She had always been
gifted at physical tasks, and her professors said she took
direction well, to the point they always questioned if she had
previous training.
    Never before had it been that obvious how she learnt was
different.
    Kali watched fight scenes and mimicked everything, everything , flawlessly.
She watched a body movement once, and without having to practice,
she copied it. Her body remembered the movement, and she didn’t
forget how to do it.
    She made Max swear not to say anything to anyone.
    They debated possibilities in-between the endless search for
employment, and ruled out her ability being supernatural or
paranormal in nature. There was a logical process her brain and
body went through. She couldn’t think of anything then do it. She
had to see the
movement to replicate it. Anything she watched enhanced or altered
by special effects became apparent.
    “ I searched the IntraWave for the characteristics I’m
displaying,” she said. “I didn’t find anybody who has ever reported
similar abilities, but I think I found something relevant. If I’m
right, I have an extreme muscle memory syndrome. I found an article
written by a scientist that suggested a skill called Implicit
Procedural Memory might be possible in humans. I think that’s what
I’ve got.”
    Kali spoke of the ability like an illness, and that reflected
how she felt. She was already a bump in the elitist road. This was
another oddity that would single her out as a freak.
    HiEco society demanded perfection and uniformity.
    It burned her parents were shunned by their peers and not
invited to Alliance banquets because of her, because she was
‘defective’.
    “ Alright.” Max shrugged. “That’s better than what I
had.”
    Kali cocked her head. “What did you think it was?”
    “ That you’re an alien superhero thrown off your home plant
because you have mental problems.”
    Pinching her lips, Kali threatened to throw her TalkMe. He
pretended to duck and chuckled as he munched from an overloaded
spoon. Milk dribbled down his chin. He swiped it away with the back
of his hand, and wiped it on his grimy tank top.
    “ Not funny,” she grunted and smacked his beefy arm. “I have a
serious–” Whack. “Medical–” Thump.