While on the Vancian Campus, I ask the Campus egregor simple queries, such as for directions or class schedules.

The owner of a door is politely alerted that I am waiting to be let in.

I immediately know how much or how many of something there is in a pile.

A standard sized book from a Vancian library flies to its proper shelf and place, even if very far away.

I flip through a book or sheaf of papers with a gesture, opening to whichever page I wish.

I mentally view my recent academic marks and standing with the Vancian order in the Noösphere.

I instantly find my place in something I had previously been reading.

A nearby Vance feels my sincere respect. Fails if insincere.