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| Speaker to Cats Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: UK: ENGLAND:
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| Bad Dream. Time: Future. So, there I am, working with the *BIG* Tesla coil, the conjugate mirror and the ferrite-array phase-shift module, when there's a loud POP and FLASH-- When I finish coughing ozone and checking for damage from that arc-over's ball lightning, I notice I'm not alone in my cellar workshop any more. He's Mid-Eastern, dressed in swirly silks, doesn't look like a typical Jihadist. His ornamental belt-knife is a bit on the scimitar-sized. He didn't come through the door: Opening my cellar's Faraday Cage cuts the power. He is *slightly* transparent... I glance over to the optical bench and the holography table, there's nothing running. "D'uh, hello..." I offer, "Are you a Time Traveller ?" "YOUR KIND WOULD--" Plaster dust and dried blue-tack blobs shower from the ceiling. The Faraday Cage shrieks, buzzes, rattles and clatters like a Heavy Metal concert during accidental feedback. He gulps, tries again at a level below painful, "Ahem: Your kind would call me Genie or Afriit." "Er, Hello, Howdy, Salaam, Bonjour, Guten Tag, whatever: What brings you to my humble workshop ?" "My ectoplasm was running low." "Ah, I might be able to rig a feed, but..." "No, no... I have derived ample nutrition from your sparkly device." He chuckled. Rather than sounding jolly, that had subsonics like a funnel cloud... "May I open the door for you to leave ?" "Not yet." He chuckled again, "Are you ignorant of the old legends ?" "None of my business." I shrugged, "I can offer you coffee, but only Instant. There's some yoghurt and bread rolls in the fridge that should comply with Islamic food rules. I've some tinned chicken & mushroom soup in the cupboard, salt on the table, water in the tap..." "Too kind !!" He chuckles, "You are a cool one-- Are you a Wizard ?" "I'm an Amateur Scientist, is all." I sighed, "But I suppose we've evolved from those old Alchemists..." "Ah, you follow the Alexandrian Tradition ?" "Figured the Earth was round, got a fair estimate ? Now, THEY were real smart. I'm just a hobbyist-- I do this for fun." "You stand on the shoulders of giants-- and know it." "Too kind." I nodded, "But you look as if you have something else on your mind..." "Ahem..." He chuckled, "I am required to return a kindness for a kindness." "Well, it was the best ball-lightning toroid that rig's blown in months, CCTV caught it, I reckon we're even." "But I did not ask: I am obliged to you." "So.... ??" "You get a Wish." "No, thank you." I stated, "You've also given me material for a short story, we're well even." "You do not want a Wish ?" "Look..." I waved around, "Science don't work on Wishes, I'd be dishonest, I'd be cheating." He puzzled, "You are old: Do you not wish for Youth ?" "Hey, I'm not that old, not for this era !! I've several active decades ahead of me-- D'uh, and to be young and foolish again ? Think with my hormones instead of my head ? No thanks !! I might not be so lucky this time around !!" "Ah, you are a Philosopher." "If you like..." I shrugged, "Took me long enough to garner the rudiments of wisdom..." "Then would you have Wisdom ?" "I'm only human-- it would drive me mad." "Fame ?" "Don't like fuss. Or crowds. Also, there is Fame and Fame." "Ah, you are modest, too... Fortune ?" Again, I waved around, "This came from my pocket-money. I'm not poor. If I had more, it would only go as tax. Worse, I'd need to explain getting rich suddenly." "Your people have a Lottery--" "Dishonest." He inclined his head in salute, glanced beyond the walls, "You write stories ? Do you not wish fame thus ?" "They're not bad, some are quite good, but they're not Commercial." "You wrote a novel ? Surely many would pay to read it ?" "Niche subject: I'm not ashamed of it, but it is NOT best-seller material. No way will I go to the Vanity Press. Leave it as an e-zine." "Hmm... Your wife is sick ? You do not Wish her well ?" "I would if I could, but there is 'improbable' and 'impossible'. Wednesdays, she's in day-care. I've done the shopping, I've time to play." "She is dying ?" "No more than you or I... She just collects medical problems-- One damn thing on top of another..." "My Powers are great--" "So have a look, if you like, but no obligation." He faded to invisibility. I checked the Tesla for burns, reset the breakers in the capacitor-pack's charger. "Ahem..." He was back, "About that novel ??" ------------- And, yes, I know it is derivative, but ... |
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| Resident schmuck. Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: Colorado
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| Re: Bad Dream. He he. Nice. I thought it was rather funny and charming. Alright, show us your novel if that is what you want. I would love to read some of it if you feel like posting any of it. |
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