The pamphlet had blown Jon's mind. Controlling, it turns out, was some sort of psychic ability. Nobody knew where it had come from, but the did know that there was no stopping it. One in twenty-five-thousand developed the ability, to varying degrees, which allowed the controller to change other people's minds.
It was an amazing ability if what he was reading could be believed. He was new at it, but with practice he'd be an expert. There were three levels outlined on the paper in his hands. Level three was someone who could increase the intensity of what someone was already thinking or feeling. Level two was a person would could plant thoughts and feelings into people's minds if the recipient was willing.
Level One, the one that was circled in red marker and had the word "You" written next to it, was the strongest of all. A level one had the ability to push thoughts, feelings, and memories into a recipient. A person receiving one of these pushes wouldn't be able to tell the difference between their own impulses or ones planted there. A level one's power was scary.
The strangest thing about the whole setup was that people were alright with it. There was a paragraph at the beginning talking about how the world has embraced it's controllers, welcoming the manipulation that was coming from them. Jon shook his head. He was glad that his wish had worked in his favor, but this was bizarre.
Bizarre and enticing.
Putting the pamphlet down, Jon left his room to try out his new power on...
