[Psybeam was the best they could hope for? Well, not ideal conditions at all really. Still, they could try and use the move at various settings and accumulate a sizable amount of data all the same.

But, no, wait. He was forgetting something. Something very important. Strain, lines on his face, beads of sweat from effort, gritted teeth, signs of pain. Signs that Gorthan was in pain.

Gorthan was in pain. The thought snapped him back considerably quickly, and he flicked the switches of the machine to halt the flow momentarily. His mind was racing, conflicting trains of thought buzzing about in his head to the point that he could barely think.]

You need to take a break. Stop for a moment and collect yourself. I...

'Can't even formulate a thought right now because my mind is simultaneously calculating several functions, reviewing what I have just witnessed, re-planning the scope of the tests to the limitations of your abilities, hundreds of thoughts filling my mind to bursting but I can't push you too far and now I have to reassess dozens of values to accommodate limitations and-'

[Agnus took a long, shaking breath and held his hand to his head for a few moments. This was the cost of genius. The madness, the discord, the unstoppable racing of his thoughts. In a sense he was in just as much pain as Gorthan was right now. And perhaps, given the boost in power he was receiving, Gorthan would be able to sense it or even hear the dozens of screaming voices in Agnus' mind.

After all, the device amplified the general psychic powers of the affected. Not only the combat powers.]