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Genius Loci
by J. Michael Straczynski
page 6
     He looked off, seemed to be concentrating on something far from here.  "-yes, the first, but now there is another also discovering this, not far from here.  Your companion.'  He looked back at G'Kar.  "Perhaps this was a good thing.  From both of you I can learn what I did wrong that allowed you to discover what was going on so quickly."
     "I've been a teacher before.  I'm sure I can be of assistance," G'Kar said.  "Lyta, however, might not be quite so amenable."
     "We will see," the elder said.  "It is a strange thing, to meet another mind openly, and … talk.  Even if only for a little while."
     "Why just a little while?" 
     "Because regardless of how our conversation goes-and make no mistake, I am looking forward to it-neither of you will leave here alive."
     "Perhaps," G'Kar said.  "But until then, if you want to learn from me, first I must learn from you.  So I ask you again: Who, or what, are you?"

As soon as she asked the question, the other telepaths-or what appeared to be telepaths-went silent. 
She went through the possibilities.  It's impossible for 
two people to have the same mental imprints. 
Therefore they cannot exist.  Therefore I am seeing 
that which does not exist.
     She closed her eyes, and for the first time became 
aware of the slight telepathic pressure on the base of the optic tactile, and auditory nerve bundles, sending false 
signals back to her brain.  She shut down the misleading 

 impulses and opened her eyes. The room was empty. 
     She closed her eyes and chased down the last of the impulses, hidden expertly from detection, and opened her eyes again.
     The room was gone.
     She stood just inside a forest, the high branches forming a vast canopy above her.
In front of her were spread the rusted husks of shuttles and personal starships from hundreds, perhaps thousands, of worlds.  They were overgrown with vines and covered in leaves.  Some of the vines had left tracks in the dirt where they had been used to pull-or had themselves pulled-the ships in, where they could not be seen from orbit.
     The more recent shuttles, still new and untarnished, bore Psi Corps symbols.
     Lyta felt sadness for the multitude of passengers-now all gone-that had once occupied these vessels, but quickly pushed the thought away.  She started toward the ships… and heard movement among the distant trees.  As she watched, animals, birds, and insects of every shape and description seemed to bleed out of the shadows.  They crawled, hopped, slithered, stalked, and galloped out of the forest, moving together, utterly silent, and looking straight at her with uncommon intelligence.
     She pscanned them from a distance. 
     They all registered the same mental imprint.
     No, she corrected herself, not hundreds of creatures with the same imprint, the same imprint overlaying 
their own neural patterns.
    The words came to her from her earliest days of Psi Corps

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