Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Puzzle Box

What, the puzzle box?
It’s not a terribly interesting story.

A few months after we met, we were working on improving his abilities; testing his limits.
I’d seen him lift cars and invert statues and disassemble tables, but he was still having trouble with minute manipulations. He lacked the mental equivalent of fine motor skills.
So, one day I was browsing a local thrift store and found a small metal puzzle box. It was small cube with many interlocking gears and metal components. It was very intricate and difficult to manipulate with your hands. It was just the thing I was looking for, and I got it for less than 5 dollars.

The next morning, I gave him the box and we spent the entire day training with it. By the end, his control had increased at least threefold, and I learned a lot about how his telekinesis worked. It’s fascinating, the energy he generates is mostly focused on one small point. He says it takes more willpower to affect multiple points at once than it does to make the effect stronger. He can lift cars or statues with a few distinct points of force, but liquids just slip through his psionic fingers.

Right, sorry.
Anyway, after we were done for the day, just as I was leaving, he stopped me at the door. He said he wanted to make a point of thanking me for the puzzle box. He said it was the best birthday present he had ever received.

I didn’t know. He hadn’t told me. I never even thought to ask.

And I think I’m still the only normal person who knows what day it is.

Well, unless you count his brother.

But looking back, that day was when we really started working together. Every interaction we had before was so… clinical. After his birthday, I began to understand how his personality, his mind, affected his powers. So many major breakthroughs happened in the year that followed.

So, exactly one year later, I went out and found another puzzle box. This time, I got the biggest and most complicated one I could find. It was bigger than a microwave, and cost about two hundred dollars. But it was worth it to see how far he had come, and to see him that happy again.

And every year since, I’ve gotten him a bigger and more intricate puzzle box. Just to see him happy.

Never tell him I said that. He’d never let me live it down. It’s in his nature.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Interview Transcript

Note: This transcript was made from what remains of the interview with David Dotson. We were only able to watch and transcribe the video a few times due to the demagnetization, and there was a lot of static that covered some of the audio, so as a result some of this transcript is speculation on our part. We apologize for any resulting inaccuracies, but it won’t matter much anyway. Once he finds this he will destroy it and any backups you make. If I were you I’d try to learn what you can from this before that happens. There are some more notes at the end of the transcript.

(The recording starts with about 2 minutes of static before the audio clears up)

Interviewer: (Static fades out) interview isn’t about you, so let’s get down to business. How did you meet him?

David: (Feigning ignorance) How did I meet who?

Interviewer: Him. Who else? From the news.

David: (Sarcastically) Oh, from the news. Well, he just walked into my office one day.

Interviewer: …Is there a longer version of this story?

David: If you want the longer version, I’m afraid I’m going to have to make this interview about me for a little bit. Do you mind?

Interviewer: Not at all. By all means, please continue.

David: Alright then, the best place to start is about five years ago when I was at college attempting to get my professional’s degree.

Interviewer: At Braegart University, right?

David: (Laughs) Yeah that’s right. Good old “BU”. Anyway, I was about to complete my degree in abstract physics and had a job lined up at a local research firm. The only thing I had left was to present my final dissertation on my research. It was the culmination of all my work on a then-unknown form of energy that I had discovered by noticing the gaps in certain physical equations.

Interviewer: This was your big paper on psionic energy, right?

David: Well yes, but at the time I had called it “neuroelectric” energy, as the best place to find it is in the brains of living organisms. You see, this energy and electricity are so closely related that the brain’s natural electric field creates a related neuroelectric, or psionic, field. Psionic energy is unique in that it doesn’t stick around for long. If it doesn’t live within a field, it will start to convert itself into random bursts of energy, usually kinetic, and the results can be quite devastating. To prevent this, our brains have evolved to keep this energy contained within such a field, and there are even certain sections of our brains that are…

Interviewer: I’m sorry to interrupt, but how does this relate to…?

David: Right, back to my story. (Pauses to take a drink of water) Anyway, my professor at the time was a well-known abstract physicist himself and was very… set in his ways. When he review my submission, he basically rejected it completely out of hand. Obviously, I was very upset by this, and after a long argument with him, he finally told me that his primary issue with the paper was that my ideas were just too radical for him to accept without any conclusive evidence. I still think that is a ridiculous claim even if we ignore that this is supposed to be abstract physics, but I digress. So, my first real paper on psionic physics was rejected, and I had wasted months of my life.

Interviewer: He rejected your paper on psionics? He must be kicking himself now.

David: Actually, he passed a few months later. I remember feeling very guilty about it.

Interviewer: (Mumbles something, muffled by static)

David: Oh, and I also lost the job at that research firm since I didn’t get my degree. Luckily, my old job at the Global Skeptics office was still available and they were happy to have me back.

Interviewer: Global Skeptics had offices? Why work for them?

David: Actually, it was sort of perfect. The then owner of Global Skeptics, Maximilian Alvaro, had this fifty million dollar prize for anyone who can prove that they have psychic powers or can talk to ghosts or something, and he had offices in pretty much every country to test those who showed up.

Interviewer: I see. That’s very interesting.

David: No one had ever claimed that prize, at the time, but I figured that if there was someone with that sort of ability around, they would eventually turn up in that office, and that it would be the conclusive evidence the late professor wanted. Plus, it was an easy job with decent pay. Hardly anybody ever came in, so there was lots of time to just sit and study.

Interviewer: Is this the office that you were talking about earlier?

David: I wanted to… (Pauses) Yes, actually, it was. One day, a few months into the 
summer, I was working on rewriting my dissertation while my colleague was doing a newspaper puzzle. I was just finishing the page I was working on when there was a knock on the door. SimonĂ©, sorry, my colleague, got up to go answer it, but before she could get close, the doors flew open, and there he was…
(He trails off here; he seems to be listening for something)

Interviewer: Who was it?

David: (Startled) Oh, it was him. You know, from the news?

Interviewer: Of course. Go on.

David: Now, usually the people who walked into our office were either too nervous to go through with the test, or completely insane, but he was different. He was confident, but he wasn’t outwardly boastful. He seemed at once both reserved and friendly; both cautious and relaxed. He was eager to begin the test, but didn’t want to rush the process. After we had finished the paperwork and I had explained the testing procedure, he was ready to begin.
This first test was very simple, we had a room with a half open book on a lightweight wooden table. The subject was to be ranked on if they could move a page, the book, or the table. Not that anyone had ever moved anything before, but Mr. Alvaro was the optimistic sort.
He stared at the book on the table with this stupid, intense look on his face while the book just sat there. I waited about a minute and a half before I rolled my eyes and went to mark him as insane on the form, and when I looked back up he was right in front of the glass staring back at me. Then he said “I’m just messing with you”, before he smiled and…
(He pauses)

Interviewer: And what?

David: Do you remember that incident a few years ago when the dam almost burst in that northern village? This was back when he was still avoiding cameras, so he didn’t make a formal appearance, but he was there to see if he could help. I was there with him, and I remember being surrounded by the chaos of the evacuation; the frigid air and the crying children. It was a horrible experience, but despite everything that was happening around him, he was fixated on that dam. In the news broadcast, there’s a moment where that cameraman zooms in to watch him in the background, and just as the camera was focusing on him, his blank expression suddenly broke out into this… brilliant smile. Then he just, reached out his hand and forced the broken sections back into place, and he held them there long enough for repair crews to fix the rest of the damage. He must have put out hundreds of pounds of force continuously for about an hour, and he had that bizarre smile on the entire time.
(He pauses again, for longer this time)

Interviewer: What does…?

David: It was that smile. He had on that smile when he first showed me his abilities. Without looking, he levitated the book and disassembled the table down to planks and screws, in the span of about seven seconds, all with his mind. And then he said “I’m ready for the next test.”
(He laughs, but he seems distracted)

David: It’s funny, he later told me that that he had practiced that little stunt for about a week, saying it was the extent of his abilities. It’s amazing to see what he can do these days.

Interviewer: Interesting. And what are the extent of his abilities now?

David: (Laughs) That question has a very long and fascinating answer, one that I’m sure you’d like to hear, but I’m afraid that this interview is over.
(Shots are fired outside the room)

David: You see, we know all about your operation here, and I’m not here to give up any information to your “resistance”. I’m just here to tell a few stories.
(The Interviewer retrieves his hidden pistol and points it at David)

Interviewer: You smart son of a…

David: Actually, I’d keep me alive if I were you. He’s not going to be too happy if he finds me dead.
(Heavy footsteps can be heard outside. The interviewer is visibly panicked.)

Voice from Off-Screen: Hey, is this the right room?

Interviewer: (Shouting) Don’t come in or I swear I…
(His voice gets cut off by the sound of the door blasting off its hinges. As it flies across the view, both the camera and interviewer’s gun are violently forced away.)

Voice from Off-Screen: There you are, c’mon Dots we got to go. Nitro set up something big and we do not want to be here when it goes off. Are you alright, can you move?

David: I’m fine. What about the recording?

Voice from Off-Screen: Don’t worry, I just wiped it. The robot is up ahead finding us an exit and I think we can…
(Their voices are too far away to make out at this point. There’s about a minute and a half of rustling noises and alarms before the video cuts out.)

Note: We don’t how long they knew about our deception, or exactly how much data they managed to steal in that attack. Nothing he said was a lie, so he must have known known about the detector and the interviewer’s gun from the start. Must take nerves of steel to knowingly walk into a death trap like that and act so calm. Frankly, I don’t see how you plan on accomplishing anything when you’re up against that sort of opposition.

Consider this my resignation. If you’re looking to kill me, I’ll be applying for a job at Global Psionics.

Monday, August 12, 2013

First Post

No time like the present to make a blog. Except maybe tomorrow.