The coastal tides cycled endlessly. Boer stood quietly atop a massive black rock polished mirror-smooth by time and waves, surrounded by fine white sand and jagged reefs.
He faced the sea. Deep in the pupil of his azure left eye lay the reflection of the ceaseless surges of energy at the distant horizon-not merely the physical collision of waves, but, in his electromagnetic extrasensory vision, the brilliant, violent energy spectrum produced by vast ocean currents rubbing against the continental shelf's magnetic field.
Closer by, the faint life magnetic fields of marine creatures flickered like summer stars against the dim, deep-blue background, painting a microscopic universe teeming with life.
The grandeur and minutiae of the outside world lay fully within his sight, yet his mind was turned utterly inward, like a precision scalpel dissecting this body of his that could rightly be called a "miracle."
After these days of adaptation and fine-tuning, the sharp tearing sensation and energy imbalance between his dark-blue magnetized left half and his pale flesh-and-blood right half had not vanished completely, but had reached a relatively controllable equilibrium. Yet Boer had never sought a makeshift "balance."
Can this half-baked state of mine... be changed? A probing thought, so calm it bordered on coldness, arose deep in his consciousness.
The answer needed to be tested in practice.
He slowly closed his eyes, shutting out all external "noise." Like the most resolute commander, his will drove his heart, half flesh and half energy vortex, to beat faster. Though no physical Superconducting Ring remained behind him, his magnetized left half, deeply linked to the planetary magnetic field, had already become a more efficient "interface."
Extract-convert!
The silent command went out. Beneath his feet, a powerful, precise will forcibly "cut into" the vast, gentle, continuous network of Earth's magnetic field deep