Hot Sleep- The Worthing Chronicle - By Orson Scott Card
Chapter 1
JAS WORTHING was being kept alive by State Paper FN3xxR5a, and he knew it. He didn't need an assistant professor of education to tell him that. But once Hartman Tork had begun a lecture, he was unstoppable.
"There's no way, Jas Worthing, that you could have made a perfect score on that test. The information is classified, it was only bumped onto the computers by a mistake in the program - "
"Your mistake," Jas pointed out.
"Maybe not a mistake at all," Tork said, his face turning red with anger. "Maybe we've found out something about you that we desperately wanted to know. You couldn't possibly have copied off anyone else's paper - "
"Are you accusing me of cheating? Because the juvenile code requires a proper hearing and substantiating evidence - "
Tork whirled around on his swivel stool and stood up. He walked around the glowing teacherboard until he stood only a meter or less away from Jas. Again, as a hundred times before, Jas felt the vertigo of childhood, realizing that everything is up, that only when he tumbled into the future would he be as large as those who manipulated him today - or tried to, anyway.
"I've had enough," Tork said, softly, trying to be menacing; and though Jas knew that the menace was a facade worn to intimidate the small and weak, he also knew that behind the facade the threat was very, very real. "I've had enough of your cocky smartass self - assurance. Now you're going to take that test over again."
And in spite of himself Jas was trembling, though he kept the quaver out of his voice. "Unless you can prove malfeasance - "
"I know the juvenile code, Jas. And I don't have to prove malfeasance if I can prove something else."
His look of triumph was disconcerting. Jas gripped the sides of the nearest console. "I didn't cheat, Mr. Tork, and unless you have a witness - "
"The law, boy, is a lot more open when it comes to the question of the Swipe." Tork pounded his finger on the teacherboard for emphasis.
"Are you calling me a Swipe, Mr. Tork?" Jas asked. This time the quaver came into his voice.
"That's slander, Mr. Tork, unless you can prove - "
"I'm working on that, boy. Now get out."
Jas got out. But at the door he heard Tork call after him, "You got those answers out of my head and I'm going to prove it! You passed that test by picking my brains!"
Jas turned around and said, "Assistant professor Tork, no one in his right mind, given a choice, would pick your brains." Tork didn't answer, just smiled savagely. But Jas felt a little better for having said it.
He was shaking and weak all the way home.
His mother met him at the door of their flat. "What happened?" she asked, trying to keep the fear out of her voice, as if it couldn't be read on her face.
"Tork yelled a lot."
"What about the proof? Did you have the proof?"
"Your bloodiest came out okay, mom." Jas sat down on the bed that doubled as a sofa in the living room. "Sorry you had to get jabbed."
His mother sat next to him and took his hand. Her palms were clammy. "I was so afraid. They were so sure."
"I guess they can't cope with somebody outsmarting their stupid tests." Jas lay back on the bed and breathed deeply, "I need to rest, mom," he said. His mother nodded and got up and went to the kitchen - dining - bathroom to ring up dinner.
Jas lay on the bed, his heart still pounding. He had been stupid, not to realize that they'd know. But it had been so easy - the test in front of him, and then just by looking at Tork the answers so clear, sitting right behind Tork's eyes. It was as if for a moment Jas had forgotten that telepathy was a capital crime. In fact, of course, he hadn't really realized, not for sure, that what was happening was telepathy. It had grown so gradually, his gift - beginning when he turned twelve - fleeting glimpses at random of what people thought, what they felt. And then in the room last week, just as a child might discover a new muscle that let him wiggle his ears or twitch his scalp, Jas had realized he could control it. Not just random glimpses, but