Glimpse
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They tell you that the human eye -- hell, the human mind -- operates in three dimensions, right?
What happens if you can work in one more?
Time, to most people, is linear. It's a slow walk in a straight line that starts with you crawling out of the womb and ends with you climbing back into the ground. But there's some people, scientists, writers, thinkers, they realise that there's a bigger picture. They realise that one moment doesn't necessarily fold neatly into another, that each is a distinct thing unto itself, and that straight line isn't really necessarily so straight at all. It's just one way of joining the dots together, the default way for this world and the people in it.
But not for Will. Past, present, future: it's happening all at once to him, and at the same time not at all. His body, his physical presence might root him in this timestream, but his mind, unfortunately, isn't so constrained. Part of it's ticking away through his life like everyone else's, but there's a part of it that exists separate from our world of straight lines and one moment into the next, a part that he's increasingly accessing. He's regularly exposed to what has passed and what's to come. It reaches him in fragmentary images, distorted echoes of things once said and things yet to be said, strange, haunting glimpses of have-beens and not-yets.
He couldn't tell you why. He couldn't even tell you how long he's been this way. But he can tell you that if he focuses very, very hard, he can sharpen this sixth sense, hone it in on the next few minutes or seconds to perceive what might be lying in store. He never gets the full picture, but he's starting to get enough to work with.
He's the punch that gets dodged before you even swing. He's the gun that's being twisted out of your hand when it's only halfway out of your pocket. And he's the boot that suddenly appears just where you thought it'd be a good idea to put your face.
He's the Glimpse.
Contents
Origins and History
Old Detroit
The New Millenium
Rough Crowds
Glimpses
Character and Personality
Will Pilgrim
The Glimpse
Powers, Skills and Weaknesses
Unstuck in Time
Skills
Weaknesses
Equipment
Costume
Gadgets
Bike
Relationships
Loved Ones
Allies
Enemies
Perception and Reputation
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