Mech Pilot who is a little disappointed with the lack of practical, day-to-day applications of their psychic powers.
"Congratulations, you get to go to Psyonistery instead of college. It'll be great for your later life!
, they said."
Alina grunted and slammed a fist against a warped and twisted slab of metal.
The slab wasn't impressed, and didn't budge.
"You'll be the best you can be, ready for anything! Able to do whatever you want!
, they said."
Another bang.
Another screech of much-tortured metal.
Still no joy.
Her money was gone.
Stuck.
What use was being able to see the snack she needed through the manufacturer's psi-blocks if she couldn't actually get to it?!
She gave the poor, long-suffering dispenser of treats to hangry pilots another kick.
Stupid vending machine.
Stupid useless powers.