“Nuclear power generation,” George replied. “Though I do have a secondary degree in theoretical nuclear physics as well, so I sometimes gave the R&D team some help when they needed more manpower. Actually, I got my powers after a really odd breach on the generator. We were running some standard maintenance checks, and then there was an unexplained phenomenon that causes massive fluctuations. I evacuated the rest of the staff, as the senior engineer on duty, but the shut down wasn’t responding, so I tried to active the manual override. I finally got it working before meltdown occurred, but then some of the radiation shields failed out of nowhere and I got dosed.”
“Spent a bit of time in the hospital,” George continued. “But nothing, and I mean nothing, was wrong with me… until several weeks after I was released. I started noticing I could suddenly grab things I thought might be slightly out of reach and got curious, so, as scientifically as I could alone, I started testing, and discovered my hand was… well, for want of a better term, teleporting itself to the item and then back. Obviously I had to learn how to control it so I took a sabbatical and practiced, then, somehow, I got an email telling me about this group. You know, I still don’t know how they knew who I was or what I could do. I never told anyone,” the Rohanian finished, then stretched. “I like talking to you, but I think I can manage one more teleport so I’ll take you down once the media clears out.”
