Sam turned his mat so he didn’t face Mara and pulled out a textbook from his backpack. He flopped it open on his lap. Mara glanced over at him and was about to say something when Ping raised a hand and shook his head. “Why don’t we return to our discussion?” he asked.
“I need to talk through some of this progenitor stuff,” Mara said. “What are the rules? What are the limitations to these abilities, beyond my obvious lack of control?” She waved toward where the basketball had been.
“Rules? What do you mean?”
“I mean like the laws of physics. There are things that can be done and things that cannot be done, right? Like the speed of light. You can’t go faster than the speed of light. What are the laws of progenitors?”
“I’m not sure about the speed of light, but progenitors have very few l
