Mech Pilot who is a little disappointed with the lack of practical, day-to-day applications of their psychic powers.
"So you can't-"
"Nope. Too many variables. The people who came up with the regimen didn't think it through, I guess." Penelope sighed, resting her elbows on the table and resolutely ignoring the tickle at the edge of her awareness, the Knowledge cascading around her. "Works great if you have a restrained environment, or unlimited cognitive processing power, but for one squishy little blob of fatty tissue in the open world, it's completely overwhelming."
"You'd think they'd have some kind of filtering technique or something, wouldn't you?" Jeremy say back in hir seat, arms crossed (if Penelope sat up right now sie'd overbalance and fall- no, stop that) over hir chest, pouting. It looked absurd with the exaggerated black makeup sie wore, and Penelope stifled a giggle, the tickling fading away at the distraction.
"Oh, they have all kinds of filtering techniques. Meditation, biochemical augmentation, cybernetic offloading... None of it conducive to being a person out in the real world." (Sie was about to sneeze. If sie didn't lean forward, sie'd topple. STOP REACHING.) She nudged a tissue box across the table, prompting Jeremy to lean forward just before sie sneezed, hir chair wobbling dangerously but not falling. "Best I can do without overload is like half a second and even that gets risky if there's much going on."
"It's a shame. If you could see far enough to pick a lottery ticket (623 892 099 784 105 547) or predict who'll win next week's quasar league match (The Crab Pulsars) or even if some cute person would respond well to flirting, that'd be great. Life of ease and luxury from a couple 'lucky' choices, never need to be in a mech again, right?" (But if she places a bet or buys a ticket or tells anyone, those instantly spiral into roaring chaos and will leave her useless until the predicted Event passes.)
"Well," Penelope says, drawing the word out to drown out the precognitive static rising in her head, "We could always go back to my place and see if I can predict how your new mods have changed your... Sensitivity to things."
"Ooh. Now that sounds like a fun experiment. I'll get the bill, let's go!"