The apartment suite was spacious. There were seven or eight young children in the living room, but they were no ordinary children. They all possessed supernatural abilities.
Some could make building blocks float, while others could twist spoons into spirals with their minds.
Russell had no interest in these little brats. He knew perfectly well that these children were not human kids with tubes plugged into the backs of their heads, but programs. Their supernatural abilities were merely an expression of their permissions.
"Don't think about bending the spoon. That's impossible..."
The little boy practicing telekinesis was rather familiar, or perhaps simply eager to show off. He handed the spoon to Russell and had him try changing its shape.
Russell shrugged, crouched down, and took the spoon from the little boy. He knew that what he held was a string of data, but lacking the necessary permissions, all he could see was a spoon.
Seeing Russell cooperate, the little boy smiled. "You need to recognize reality. There is no spoon."
"So?"
"Then you'll understand that it isn't the spoon that bends. It's you."
The mind moves; neither the wind nor the sail is moving—it is the mind that moves!
Russell raised an eyebrow. He understood the principle, but the tree might wish for calm while the wind refused to cease. It was like how he wanted to be a faithful good man, but the ship split apart on its own. What could he do? He could only walk the path of a scumbag to the bitter end.
"Kid, you were wrong from your very first sentence. There is only what you can't do—nothing is impossible."
Russell gave him a smile brimming with goodwill and patted the little boy on the head. "Bending a spoon is super easy. Uncle Luo will