Within a few hours a murder would take place. For most people this would be a simple fact of the world in which they lived. Few would see the aftereffects, the far reaching consequences of said murder. Or rather the bullet used in said murder, which would pass through the victim and into a wall. Said bullethole would become the inspiration for an artist who would create a piece of artwork using the hole in the wall to create a centerpiece for their newest work of street art.
The wall was within gang territory, seeing the art the gang would believe it to be the work of another gang, sending them into a small-scale war. That was largely insignificant other than to get a businesswoman to take a detour to avoid it. On this detour her car would be hit by a passing truck, which would drop its cargo off the side of a bridge and poison the local water supply.
Said poisoned water would make the town heavily sick until it was detected, forcing the aid of a Parahuman doctor who had been hiding their abilities to go public. Within a few hours of the doctor going public he would be kidnapped by a large organization who wished to use his abilities for their own goals. In order to spite his captors and seeing no way to be set free he will light their drug lab and destroy the building.
Looking at the flames of the building would spark a passing person's pyromania, leading them on a string of arsons until they were caught in one, triggering as a Parahuman. They would go on to commit more arsons and become a well known villain. Said villain would eventually come into conflict with my administrator and lead to a battle that would push him to his limits. This test will allow modification of future attacks after previous attacks had exceeded initial scale.
If the fights were too easy then he wouldn't be tested, too difficult and the 'worthy battle' that was sought would instead be a soul crushing event. A perfect balance had to be maintained to ensure continuation of administrative order one.
Somewhere in the world a gun was fired.
The bullet missed its target and impacted on the street.
Within this same stretch of time a massive oil tanker would explode out of a black and white portal and strike my physical form at high enough speeds to breach into orbit. The resulting damage to my physical form was catastrophic from an outside perspective, however the main core of my being remains undamaged allowing regeneration to take place.
Across the side of the ship are the words 'fuck you' in black and white mixed ink.
Before heightened regeneration can begin to build the outer parts of my being the ship will explode due to the heat generated from the movement and an unlikely mix of chemicals. Said explosion causes nothing more than a delay in regeneration.
Once regeneration reaches a suitable level I divide off my consciousness into three pieces. A main hub to translate data found from the other two, and two others to gather data on the attack from the past and future.
The past scan finishes first, reporting back initial failure at direct viewing, but later success at remote viewing through secondary sources. Brockton Bay, multiple ships launched through portals into the upper atmosphere. Running the numbers the main hub reports that most will explode in satellite orbit and destroy a number of hidden devices set by both Tinkertech Parahumans and government forces. Debris fields would make recovery or repairs of said devices near impossible. Two ships unaccounted for in the grouping, the first being the one that had struck my physical form and the second not reaching the same heights, approximate data shows it landing far away from most human habitation and landing in a mountain.
I reabsorb the piece into myself and draw on the secondary piece to follow the chain of events this will have in the future.
Error
Only to find that the Shard attached to the process is facing possible contamination and needs to be isolated. Further study needed. Reabsorb non-tainted pieces back into myself and focus on the future with a direct mind.
The future is hazy, not quite a blindspot but possibilities keep changing. Scenarios developed with almost no room for error find disaster, plans with lower chance of success due to outside factors retain initial percentages.
Attempts to focus on cause return nothing. I assume for the moment that the attack on my physical form, the ship landing in the mountain, and the wreckage are all connected and are being committed by Thread.
A quick list is formed in my mind of facts and assumptions.
Fact: Thread is not a Parahuman.
Fact: Thread is a blindspot that can be viewed through others but cannot be seen with precognition to any certain extent.
Assumption: Lacks necessary reach to directly destroy me from my current position.
Assumption: Has sufficient ability to destroy physical form and core in direct combat.
Fact: Destruction needed in order to establish direct control over experiment.
As the list builds the isolated future prediction shard is thoroughly processed and contains a possible prediction.
I view the world through my own eyes, brought low on an unknown city street as Thread stands before me, a Unknown Subject stands behind her connected through Unknown Means. Unable to move my physical form and isolated from any method of attack I watch as Thread orders Unknown Subject to destroy my core. I attempt to activate my scream and force distraction or destruction of Thread, am unable to use ability before my core is pierced.
Last bit of the future before the collected image goes dark is "And that makes six."
Assumption upgraded to Fact: Thread has sufficient ability to destroy physical form and core in direct combat.
Fact: Will need to use more indirect methods until ability to properly determine future and find further errors with established plans.
A new feeling runs through my mind, a worry that the experiment that is my core goal will be disrupted and will be left with no ability to act in its preservation.
Examination of feeling places it closest to a human emotion.
Fear.