Tuesday, May 23, 2017

The Abyss

Why does Mr. Dotson do it?
Why put up with him? Why not let someone else deal with the day to day handling of his affairs and just focus on the science?


My first theory was that they are just good friends. And honestly they might be, but you wouldn’t assume that just by looking at them. He acts like an entitled celebrity, and Dotson like a beleaguered assistant. They don’t seem to engage as peers, at least not in public?


Maybe they just have a good work dynamic, but then I see Dotson plugging away at the some project for days while his partner flitters around the lab tweaking and experimenting with everything in sight. I don’t know if that’s it.


Destiny perhaps? We know that he chose Dotson out of all of the many people he could have gone to reveal his powers, so we must infer that he prefers Dotson’s methods over anyone else’s. But Dotson isn’t a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. He knows when to drop something that isn’t working. Personally, I think Dotson would enjoy his work more if he just analysed the data from experiments that someone else was running. Dotson must see something we don’t.


True love? I didn’t see any evidence of that, but maybe I’m not the best one to ask. I’m not that kind of girl.


This question has plagued me for longer than I care to admit. I don’t… have much going on myself, and it’s hard not to get caught up in their antics. I’m certainly not the only one, as rumors about what nonsense they were getting up to were always circulating around the facility.
I guess we were all anti-social nerds anyway. Maybe talking about the adventures of a superhero and his loyal sidekick came naturally to us. Perhaps to me more than most…
It’s all a bit parasocial really...


But one day, back when I worked in the research lab under the Global Psi headquarters, I got a chance to satisfy my curiosity.
He sat down at my table during lunch. Dotson, that is. I managed to strike up a conversation.
We talked for a bit, and I’ll spare you the details, but it ended like this:
I said, “Honestly Mr. Dotson, how can you stand working with him all day? He’s insufferable! You know they say that when you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares back into you. Is that why you’re so crazy, Dotson?”


And then Dotson looked over at me, gave a me a small, gentle, worrying smile, and said, “Maybe, but I have to wonder…


What does the abyss feel when it stares back into you?

I think there’s only one way to find out.”