# **Chapter 8: Seeing the World Outside Their Own House**#

  After the car incident, I kept both of my children inside the house for weeks. I pushed them deeper into training, books, control exercises—anything that kept their powers stable and their minds occupied.

  But when they turned two, my wife suddenly said:

  **“D… I think it’s time they meet other children.”**

  In my mind, fifty alarms went off at once.

  **Interact with normal kids?**

  **Kids who can't hear thoughts or accidentally blow up a room?**

  It felt like asking a pair of tigers to go play with rabbits.

  But… she wasn’t wrong. If they never stepped out, they’d never learn how to live among people who weren’t like us. So, against my better judgment—but because I trust my wife more than I trust my paranoia—we placed them in a playschool close to home.

  ### **The First Day**

  Shockingly… It went fine. No explosions, no telepathic chaos, no objects floating around the classroom.

  So I thought, *“If they survived Day One, this entire month should go smoothly.”*

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  Yes.

  Optimism makes fools out of geniuses.

  ### **The First Explosion**

  A week later, BOOM.

  An explosion rocked the playschool.

  Luckily, no one was hurt—just a big puff of smoke and some crying toddlers.

  But nobody could explain how it happened.

  That was enough for me.

  I pulled the kids out immediately.

  ### **Second Playschool. Second Explosion.**

  We tried another playschool.

  One week later—another explosion. Same pattern.

  By now I was convinced something was wrong… but as a former scientist, I needed proof.

  So I placed them in a *third* playschool and secretly installed a special camera to record every moment.

  One week later—BOOM.

  But this time… I had footage.

  ### **The Discovery: Resonance**

  After analyzing the footage, I finally understood:

  When Vince and Val **experience the same emotion or stimulus at the same time**, their powers sync.

  And when they sync—they **amplify** each other.

  Uncontrolled amplification = sudden power spike = explosion.

  Scientifically?

  **Fascinating.**

  Practically?

  **Terrifying.**

  If I didn’t find a solution, my kids would never have even a shred of a normal life.

  ### **The Simplest Solution**

  Keep them **separate**.

  Different playschools → different environments → different experiences.

  No shared emotional spikes → no resonance → no explosions.

  It would cost more, and it meant splitting them up—something they hated—but safety came first.

  Still, if I wanted to truly understand this resonance ability, I needed a private space to experiment and train them—somewhere no one could interrupt.

  But before I could even plan anything…

  ### **They Found the Solution First**

  My genius children had already discovered a place:

  **WHITE SPACE.**

  A psychic plane—not an ordinary one—accessible only to powerful minds.

  But this one was unique:

  ? They could **bring their physical bodies** inside.

  ? Time felt different.

  ? No one could access it except them.

  It was the perfect training ground.

  Hi readers, this is your friendly Narrator again.

  One small detail for you:

  **D absolutely HATES the color white.**

  But he can’t use his tech at the moment, so he has no way to repaint a psychic dimension.

  Tragic.

  “**NA…RA…TOR.**”

  D’s voice echoes in the space.

  “**Why are you explaining EVERYTHING to the readers? They’re not dumb. They’ll figure things out eventually.**”

  Okay, okay!

  Sheesh. Someone’s in a mood.

  Before D starts throwing hands at a metaphysical being, I’m outta here.

  See you later, folks!

  **Note:**

  In case I forgot to mention—yes, D *can hear me.*

  It’s weird for both of us, but he seems fully aware that I exist.

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