Bill Wooden was a psychic, but he’d never told anybody. He worked at a high paying engineering job, siphoning good ideas from one source or another, sometimes combining them or changing them a little, then jumping in to look good to his bosses. He liked to think of himself as an “idea coordinator.”

Very soon he’d made a name for himself, and now he was working on an important project with other enterprising, young names, all of them brilliant. He had to admit, he was a little excited to work with them. This was their first meeting together, and when introductions were finished and everyone sat down at the rich, wooden table, Bill opened his mind to the room… and swore very loudly.

Everybody else did too.