make some evolutionary sense. Nonsense: A We examine that process of spontaneous creation, Study of the along with its interpretation- in search of that innate human logic Origin of Self- that even comes (or must come) through primordial nonsense. Language This is a scientific study of me. In
Interpretation. narrative,
A biological Rorschach test.
Problem: Process:
We are exploring the brain’s instinct A trilogy of novels.
to make sense of chaos, so that there The first is nothing which the mind can produce that will not somehow make sense. pure anima, Are random combinations excreted by words, phonemes birthed the unconscious hidden messages The second from an organized continuum in our minds? If interpreted, can these reveal interpretation of the sounds formed, truths about ourselves and the forces causing words, without syntax. that constitute us? The third Hypothesis: an interpretation of the words, What my animal produces at its forming natural state sentences, a logical context, the like a flower releasing pollen- thesis, is studied, but we do not know why foundational and moralistic. and it does not know why it releases pollen- The purpose of this book is still it simply does. inscribed in potential. We are animals bound by chromosomes. The return to instinct, the Our words and thoughts are equally interpretation of intuitive mechanisms bound to a logic of the human being? A scientific that we cannot analyze out of. analysis of self-language, that which The scientist, we produce intuitively through an I am exploring my animal apparent “non-sense” which cannot with its “illogical babble” which cannot be found in nature. The formation of be illogical, because everything that identity based on our interpretation of self-language, original-language, social nonsense, because it has no painted hell social purpose, except for the with tapestries to love her. formation of the individual. IV ————————————————— Upon asking about the nature of Lulce, I was answered with a comment on the Intuition of Characters, named before they apocalyptic trumpets that will resound on were defined: the day that the Lord returns to rapture his Lulce: Satan people to paradise and distill his final wrath Dume: The Hill upon those on earth. The Lulce speaks and Stroom: Transforming verb makes it clear that although the screeching Col: The eye trumpets are connected to him (the old angel Nick: Christian, little. of music crafted those very trumpets of Covvv: The mind. wrath with his skilled hand), they were never meant to be used as signals of the tribulations that were to come to the CHAPTER ONE unbelievers. An acquaintance with setting and Such a skilled artist would rather see his characters instruments be used for constructive means. His seeming claim to responsibility for the A. sins of man-kind (”my fornications”) is quite revolutionary, given that it was the Christ who took responsibility upon himself of the I ask the covvv, who is Lulce? sins of humanity. Unlike Christ, Lulce’s seat has not been defiled. He remains at the I throne of human’s desire, reigning over the Mitirre tronmigdele chontarne air that was given to him by the Father for ent mit sente fornable transoro reasons that Lulce cannot measure sintamme mathematically. Lulce admits, although lopasne normante cofini sussussus hesitantly, that he is mortal (theoretically) mantirno de te quefino chomante and capable of being wounded. The un- rufnisterno. healable wound on his side was given to him by God himself, a wound which would II prove to be mortal if not for the nature of Lies trumpets tell me (or count) Lulce, which is a suspension of the natural in my seat fornicate regression law. He is, as he states, a “leaper of reality,” feel me constantly falling away from the grand leper normal consigned (susurros) whispers design of the almighty Creator, the “essence martyr of the archangel color hell. of whispers” which are meant to be heard III and hopefully forgotten, lest the rumor spreads like a sickness; like leprosy. The trumpets lie when they announce the numbers Lulce identifies himself as the first and of my fornications. My seat is not defiled. truest martyr. As martyrs are destined by My past cannot be counted. Feel this my God to be killed, so was Lulce, in God’s wound, my side, and see that I am unreal. I plan, the first to die. Lulce was the first am a leper of reality, the essence of whispers murder, the first death, the first martyr in the the true first martyr, before Eve’s sin I most meta-spiritual sense. Lulce explains that before his fall, he saw God’s plans in plain view. He complains of God’s taste in glorification, the supremacy of the Word in decorations and prepares a room in hell for an action that man has played over and over the soon to fall Eve, draped with fine again in cycles, in acts, likening letters and tapestries; a worthy choice. sentences to puppets that bend and twitch in V Satan is the first Martyr. He is the order to entertain with no other purpose than antithesis. to entertain, to end, to receive applause. I have been requested, however, to enter in B. with a blind following, a soldier, not divulging the master’s true intention, hiding my identity from the piece as I enter in this field; I am incognito, I do not make a sound. I ask the covvv, what should I write? My room’s television screen is on. Lights I burst and crash in the distance. This is the Trumme sos tente morbivirits xommente memory of war zone images flickering like sargenon fomeno the screen. The altar of the masses cante confarminto mentus dique moreno reproduces the passion’s blood distilled momemo fields that can only be likened to fruit mas tantre tentro sus tropos suntidos. products of a similar color, because many of II us have never seen that much blood before. Mumble shock (susto) have name submit V sergeant phoneme We are helpless speakers, following the rule piece hospital mind dig violet morpheme of our grammar rearing. mass enter theater crawling troops sound. III C. From your lips must seethe the fear of roles that because of the giving of names must I ask the covvv, What must I do? submit to the phoneme sergeants. The mind is in pieces in the hospital of the mind, I exhausted from digging at wounded Grum prenene sostambo. morphemes. Enter this holy mass of theater, crawl in like a soldier, do not make a sound. II IV Plums procreate always. These phoneme sergeants control our III interpretations, even of those words that I Like the plum, you are due. produce. Our mind, like a soldier, is IV wounded, not in battle. It has remained idle or discouraged from spontaneous creation. Plums do not take very long to wrinkle. My Our immune system of the mind is working youth has been affected by a foreign force, constantly, trying to reassemble our minds, the very source of all energy which occurs in but we continue to feed on wounded cycles. From the sun to the field, from the morphemes, commands, words, truths which field to the mouth of the cow, from the are weak at a particular point; their heel is cow’s tongue to the soup, from the soup to not healed. We are the soldiers following the us, a degraded form of pure energy which invisible master and commander who is forces grapes to plums to give up their leading me as a write this tale, calling me to liquids. An energy vibrant enough to enter into a holy mass of theater, into the produce all the colors we can conceive, to reveal depth which does not exist without as a character to be approached, known, light. To consume energy by its source is appeased. There are six healthy trees upon what I’ve been called to do, an energy which Dume, which are native to it and not found ages man. I, who am young, must feed from anywhere else in the world. These rare trees this flow wherever it may come from; the produce a red, round fruit which contains experience of humanity is my weight. The within it the entire geography of the world, impulse that moves to and fro in my body its political divisions, lines that divide and has prompted me to type, and type I will separate, that dictate their names upon a without the concern of reality, of fiction. legalized earth. These could merely be lines which divide the fruit in parts, something D. like veins or stripes in random patterns which divide the first impression of the fruit (by this I mean the visible impression of the I ask the covvv, what awaits at the Dume? fruit seems to be divided, while at the core, remaining the same essence). The hill, I. Dume, is also decorated by fields of flowers Crumple dumezation ontforme soncravibire which are tightly knit to one another. They somo seste nialitis confrome consigue seek out lovers, with their beauty, attracting osome fromanza sontega, como se faga them to their patches to taste their scent, to promate pluck their roots from the soil. comsiste crenasera fromm mmor. There exists a strange mythology about the II. source of subsistence of the atlas, the fire Stones sleep wet alive, singing fruit which the six rare trees produce. It can green-trees six native globe red-round (r only grow by consuming the cranium of word) lovers. This could refer to one of two things. eyes flowers chains, soil is fire fruit Either it subsists, or exists, by the ate cranium luscious love. imagination, appreciation of pastoral lovers or that it can only grow by the intrusion of III. humans who, as a sacrifice, give up the flesh The moss covers the stones like a living tree, as a fertilizer. and the green I wonder if I am to eat of the fruit in the Trees sing by the wind, six of them are Dume and what that would do to my body’s native, they produce a red round fruit physical or intellectual system. I wonder if I which contains the entire atlas on it. The can dig my teeth into the fleshy fruit of eyes on the hill are flowers that hold hands man’s history and strife to find within it a in chains. The soil can only produce this fire common destiny, history, that I may devour fruit if it eats the luscious cranium of lovers. it and extract its nutritional value, the energy IV. that has been recycled from the Sun, to the The Dume, the hill has not been visited for a earth, to the trees, to the human beings that very long time. Its stones had not been eat of the fruit and die by the fruit and unturned, allowing the green vegetation to become part of the fruit. But I am afraid overpower and grow, a prison of minerals because I still do not know what it means, trapped by the flourishing green, a living and if I am wrong and the atlas is true and presence. It hints at the very life of the the tree is poisoned and I die without Dune, a life-presence which hovers, invades, revelation, I will not complete any valuable possesses the land body in such a way that it purpose. I refuse to complete any purpose cannot be treated as an inanimate object, but that is not valuable. I will only visit Dume at the very end of this journey and I refuse to the pages of their yellowing library. The do so any earlier, despite anyone’s request or tone is realism, realism stained by wine in a warning. left corner of the floor carpet. A long square, wooden table is in the center, baroque by E. any standard except an educated one. The person whom we are meeting is sitting in the middle area of the table, solitary, drinking a I have met my favorite character long ago, soup. The soup is very likely green and but I cannot remember the qualities. I have a made out of some sort of lentil. As he is sense of its existence, but no word. Covvv, about to take another spoon full to his thin do you remember? Give me a setting. lips, something is remembered. A trip he took to somewhere far off, but what was the I name? He tried to remember, suspending his Grunte tronstry momente spoon just hairs before his lip, feeling his conste romeh rulente consega thin moustache tingle as it felt the mild soup tranra franta sonne combre turtido sum?] warming its tips. The name of the place, he La forceh tontema wwema socore travelled so many places before that the humma! tantre tantre lamme nochi name escaped him. He focused so much on lomme. Gume. the name that he forgot what he had done II there at all, why it was so important for him to remember. He is young and had been Green tonsil remember wealthy since the days of his youth. He atlas wander opulence rabbit swiftly devoured all that was given to him, native-crown white-lily same snake bronze slurped and gulped and fallen right to the zoom. bottom of his pitiless stomach, which he had the voice foolish television sports never defiled with a drop of food that is food! enter enter white night beneath his family’s name, nor did his tongue. eat. father, nor did his grandfather, nor did his III great grandfather. His attention was drawn As soup is drank, something is remembered to a sculpture of a brazen snake that his of a place in an atlas where one has father hung atop of the fire place, which was wandered. The person is involved in swift given to him by the medical community for opulence of a natural crown and nobility his discoveries which have benefited all of which was kept virginized and pure. In the mankind. From the adjacent room, the room is a brazen snake, statue. We listen to a kitchen, he could listen to the dim yells of foolish voice sports fans echoing the bat’s resonance at a from the television telling sports. The new homerun. The service was in the middle servant enters of watching an important ballgame and had with food in the bright chamber, the night is almost forgotten to bring in the main course, outside. which had already fallen a few degrees from With a tongue to the spoon, we eat. the temperature which is considered adequate. They enter the dining room, IV unworried, at ease, with an almost mocking The room is ample, upper class dwellings hand meagerly grasping at the plate of decorated in wood with golden trimmings, salmon which they plopped in front of the carpets, and draperies, and long scarlet solitary man, they. They swerve back into curtains which are indicators of a noble and the kitchen, jiggling their hind legs like a reserved taste, old wealth can be smelt amid sort of hoofed creature, or a drunken man. The solitary man remained still, staring now somolus orovulus at the window facing the giant moon that trentametro socumpo. was soon to eclipse, creating an even thicker oscicalco trensmitro compenso lampid. darkness outside which gave vehemence to Spilenfcomfrag contesteg gramo the brilliance of the bright room, the (fromeando) sorpre. glorious chandeliers dangling like organic II crystals, the blazing faux candles that flickered to the rhythm of an electrical Alcohol eye speech current. The heat which they produced was lotus fragrant thick, an imitation of sunlight which could daytime bat fool the body into feeling at noon, summer. sleeps eyes open With this, the body’s reflection, the solitary poetry reading. figure feels confident in the acceptance of Water cleanse pays lamely pleasure and with a tongue to the spoon, we speech conference contest won eat. (red-tree) support. III F. His alcoholic beverage is leading his eyes astray from a speech, he should be watching. Their Tell me the name and gender. words are fragrant I like a lotus, boring, bucolic, predictable. Stal; 28. Stahl is like a bat in the day time, slumberous, he is sleeping II Feigning that he is awake. Staal; female The words begin to slide between his imposed silence, sounds like poetry. III He pats his face with water, or a mantra of Stahl; male reason, or a face that looks like water, IV a face that is not wealthy. The speech conference was won His or her name is Stahl; a young gentleman by the supporters of the red fruit trees at who defies gender. If not for his elegant Dume. moustache, his frame would suggest that of a woman; his frail body never did develop, IV and neither did his voice, which sounds Stahl’s day was interrupted by the call of his unquestionably feminine if filtered through a father, requesting him to attend a biannual telephone. debate at the Ministry of Medicine. A prestigious event hosted by his father along G. with a board made up of the most important medical practitioners and pioneers to date, among them, the isolator of the initial cancer Covvv, where is Stahl going? Why? Give cell and the woman who decoded one fourth me the direction of his actions. of the human genome. Stahl attended, I because of obligation and boredom, holding a wine glass in his hand to toast the bumpy Mervento sprecum car ride, stained the car’s carpet forever. He lotuso fragantic cackled at the driver, his youthful wrinkles sontenpo murcefoctory forming around his eyes, the wine swaying like it was dancing to the song that was entrance to the hill. These preservation laws playing on the radio. The driver withheld a were to expire within a year, giving way for reprehension, which he learned to do when various types of developers to converse and the boy turned 21 and gained the privilege to bid for the large piece of virgin soil. fire the help. It was to Stahl, a jolly ride and Stahl’s eyes were blinking, and yet it seemed no malice was intended in his enjoyment, he to him that every time they closed shut he was genuinely sorry to have stained the gained a nanosecond of sleep. His body carpet and would simply forget to clean it required it, drowned underneath his afterwards, nothing more. Still the more, inebriating liquids. Between his blinks, he Stahl’s joyful singing voice irritated the listened, but the words were beginning to driver who kept whispering under his breath become devoid of any connective meaning, “motherfucking sissy boy…” Stahl has a merely slipping through his slumberous beautiful singing voice, likened only to a state, beginning to sound like poetry. song bird, a high pitched and mellow “Universal…minds…preserve…red… gargling that rose from the belly and merely medical…life…rare…unknown…healing” graced his vocal chords; a voice you keep in or the opposing poem, “Industrial…metal… cages. flow…capture…release…gain… Once settled in his seat amid the crowd of subsistence…” both promising to be most ancient practitioners who glanced at him beneficial to mankind, both included in the warmly, recognizing him as his father’s same anthology. Stahl realizes that his good old boy, the wine in his body had presence has become distracting to some of gained spinning mechanisms that kept his the members who were conscious of his eyes from being able to concentrate on the head’s occasional swimming, and so he two debaters, standing at opposite ends of decided to visit the restroom to freshen up. the stage, behind imposing podiums that He got up as quietly as possible, leaving his harmed his sight with their sharp angles. jacket and notebook behind, and measuring Every once in a while, his eyes would be the length of his walk towards the exit door. drawn to an attractive intonation, an The tall and elegant wooden frame awaited inflection that was fragrant like lotus, only him 25 feet away, so he swiftly managed to to be disappointed by the typical arguments, leave unnoticed. His hands knew to cleanse repeated responses, cliché assertions which themselves with flowing water, his face he read in his medical books, history books, knew to be wet by some sort of awakening saw in his TV shows since he began his force, but it was not a faucet’s flow that interest in the medical community. The awoke him, but the face of a peculiar man gentleman to the left, a renowned supporter lying his back against the wall adjacent to of Amazonia medicines, was in the defense the restroom entrance, listening detachedly of a large hill which stood at a three hours to the melodious conference. Stahl helicopter ride away from all civilization, dissimulated his interest, entering the which they kept calling “the Virgin Biome,” restroom with a friendly nod of the head, while his opponent defended the acknowledged by the stranger. His face was construction of a small city in that area to like water, a fresh and fluctuating form that diminish the effects of urban sprawl. The seemed to transform at every angle, ever reason this was being discussed by the mood and possibility that it was subdued to. medical community, is because of the Stahl thought about him with his wet hands alleged medical benefits which could be against his face, the man did not seem to be found within the piece of Virgin Biome part of the brigade of doctors sitting with which had not been exploited before due to their legs crossed at the conference. He had environmental regulations that did not allow a poor face, lacking in the pampering of wealth, lacking in potency and imposition. Stomparta comprah His tie was not tightly wrung around his nomonella infestor. neck, so to speak, his shoes looked old, his Gulgimot montrino belt was too loose, his face needed to be suspante confratex shaved. As Stahl walked outside, before he terminen. could recollect his composure, he heard II from a muffled distance the announced victor. “The representative for the protection Dream Stomfer of Dume has won the debate. As of today, tossing flowers the Ministry of Medicine will vouch for the bridge soap defense and support of the ‘virgin hill’ with wood-bark shock the aim of discovering within its wild flora a lock jaw cure or a treatment for any of the ailments reminisce former that plague us today.” With a bang of a of comparable annex gavel, the meeting was dismissed, beginning compartment together-ripped with the clatter of old men’s voices, wood-tree infected mumbling like untuned orchestra god monitor (screen) instruments. The hollow clacks of their heels float conversation emptied the floor as Stahl waited to spot his death-drunk. father to congratulate him on the event. The III peculiar man remained relaxed against the Stahl meets with the dreaming Stomfer, wall, gazing at the still Stahl from the corner who found himself tossing his laureates of his eye, realizing his vested interest. With from a bridge. He found an antibiotic from a gaze still wet, he addressed Stahl, “Your the suit…” bark of a tree, but it ended up causing lock- “What about it?” Stahl expected the jaw to those interaction. who were treated. He reminisces about his “Your suit smells like wine.” Stahl smiled. former, “It does, it does smell like wine. What time comparable annex to the Ministry of is it?” Medicine, “2 pm, it ended just in time.” a compartment that has been ripped apart “Just in time for what?” because “Events always end just in time.” of his infection. He was healed by God in the tv screen. Now he floats mid conversation, death- H. drunk of his own disappointment. IV Who does Stahl meet at the lecture? “I guess you are wondering who I am, I am not your common formidable, typical aids I curing scientist who lingers around here.” Crogen stomfer “No, it does not seem that you are. My name trosteting fromklette is Stahl.” tolling abadaba “Stahl, gute name. Do you know what it nonanella strock means?” commandibula “No.” domenestering formarility uff “You will, maybe.” Stahl awaited the compranza axena. meaning, but the peculiar man remained silently inspecting him, like a formal bullet from chamber to chamber with each scientist would, like a doctor would, like an blow, never truly harming, although the astronaut would. He peaked at him through possibility was ready and there. This subject his glasses, demonstrating he had an was not to be taken lightly. Stahl could see it inability to see from afar, but not from up in Stomfer’s face and Stomfer could see it in close. Stahl’s. The fact that both remained let them “My name is Stomfer, Dr. Stomfer. Would know that they were soon to be good you believe it?” friends. “Yes I most certainly would.” Exclaimed “You’re a doctor yet, boy?” Stahl, politely and reverentially, for an inner “I don’t know.” reason which he did not yet know. “You don’t know? Don’t you mean you “Then don’t believe it because it’s not true. I aren’t?” am a former doctor, former doctor Stomfer, “I finished my studies; I am looking for a but I am not anymore. Just call me plain old place to settle.” Stomfer.” “Oh, so you’re not a doctor yet because you “I am sorry to hear that you’ve lost your haven’t cured anyone. A lot of doctors don’t title. It must have been for a very good do that either. If you think giving out a pill is reason, I presume.” Stahl was intrigued by a cure, then you should reexamine the whole the odd man. His intrigue was a rare position. Now a days people could find their symptom, an event that occurred right prescriptions on the Internet, what’s the sporadically, almost based entirely on use of a man in the middle?” recreation drugs, in this case, it was the “I wonder if I’ll ever be a doctor.” fluttering alcohol. “Oh, shut up, of course you’ll be a doctor. “Actually, it was for a very bad reason. I had They give you that big old license with your the misfortune of stumbling upon a very name on it, makes you a doctor like magic. effective antibiotic which ended up making Like a baptism of money.” Stahl began to me throw away my laureate crowns feel his heart darken, his mind’s light down the bridge of this very academy. Do emerging. He became aware of his eye you understand, boy?” Stahl slightly brows, how they can divulge his inner resented that Stomfer would call him a boy. thoughts, that he was not appreciating the Had it been that obvious that he was a young old man’s sarcasm. His intrigue wore to fear. mind? Stahl held back his expression, but Stomfer “Of course, that must have either been one could feel the tension rising. He must break heck of an antibiotic, too good to make a it. profit out of its treatment…or it must have “Don’t worry about me, I am just a sorry old had a terrible side effect.” He said this with dog. I haven’t listened to a heart for 10 years pride in his eye. Stomfer noticed it and and I’m forgetting how one sounds like.” frowned to himself, admittedly surprised at “Why did they take away your license? It the boy’s sharp mind and tongue. was only a mistake.” “Indeed it did. It obliterated the current trend “It was a mighty big mistake caused by my of super resilient bacteria…but it ended up lack of research before experimentation. It introducing another disease. Lock-Jaw! The was just too good to spoil on rats…too rare age old lock-jaw. Experimental patients of a quantity. Only three trees in the world were burning out like christmas lights.” The and I had just enough to test and then to older gentlemen already cleared the hall. extract its DNA to clone. I was moralistic Stahl and Stomfer were alone to their own enough to be one of the testees myself.” discretion, holding within one another the “Did it affect you as well?” weight of the conversation, passing on the “Well, uh…” Stomfer was getting noticeably reluctant, but he recognized that he had gone awoke the next day feeling like my normal too far not to explain the true story. His trust self. I was nimble, I stood up and walked of the young man and the situation was only around, stretched out my joints, I felt my dictated by the desire of an external force age, I felt 38. I went to a doctor to examine that was beyond them, tapping away at their me and the proof was there. I had been spine like a key board. healed from the disease….are you a man of “I was infected, but since I had given myself faith, Stahl?” the largest dosage, it took a longer time to Stahl’s no seemed redundant. manifest itself. It’s strange…it seems the “You see, I’m not a man of faith either. In smaller the dosage, the quicker you would fact, I cower away from deism. Its control see the manifestation of lock jaw. I didn’t over people’s lives frightens me. I know that have enough time to look into it…” god didn’t heal me…it was the television “But I don’t understand, sir. You look fine. screen that did.” Has lock jaw not taken its toll?” Stomfer put “Well, now that’s just all the more his index finger to his jaw unconsciously as farfetched.” Stahl jested. he continued his story. “You are wrong about that. This wasn’t an “I don’t like to say the rest of the story.” ordinary television screen…I made that “Then why would you initiate it?” Both television screen out of some loose materials gentlemen laughed, aware of their at my office because my previous television foolishness bred by boredom. broke. Ask me again why I think the “I suppose I’ll tell you if you would like to television screen healed me?” get a good laugh.” Stahl braced himself, Stahl smiled and awaited the answer that he assuring that he would not laugh at whatever was looking for since the very start of the the former doctor would tell him. conversation. “Well, once I began noticing symptoms, my “It healed me because it was emitting neck stiffening, my joints becoming magnetic waves that I had not controlled progressively harder to move…I removed with a buffer. It was a high dosage of myself from the public life and awaited a electromagnetism that practically dug itself quiet death alone at my apartment watching through my cranium into my brain and television, which was pretty much all I could healed whatever part of me was infected. It do that would not cause me pain. One day, was…a great discovery that is beyond the as I was watching, I tuned into a religious organic medicine that is being practiced channel and could not switch the channels today…it was what many call, a miracle in because my finger had suddenly cramped. science at a time where no one’s ear wanted So I was stuck watching a televangelizer to lean towards me. It’s a pity and a waste of promising that eternal life was available to knowledge, isn’t it?” everyone and all that spiel…and the at the “Don’t they wonder why you’re still alive?” end of the show he asked that if anyone “They don’t believe any of my records. watching the TV wanted to be healed from They don’t believe I infected myself. You their ailments, that all they had to do was believe me, don’t you?” Stahl withheld a yes press their right hand to the television and meditated upon the features of this man. screen, and that the Lord would flow His eyebrows were not too dark, his features through them that they may be saved. At the were rounded, not sharp as was typical of moment, I was in a weak state of mind and the physiognomy of a liar. There was no did as he instructed, leaning my forehead reason for him to lie to a young man that he against the television to receive some sort of knew little or nothing about, other than to healing. That is the last thing that I can receive sympathy. Sympathy, or the illusion remember doing before I blanked out…I of it, is not costly. What Stahl was preparing his mind to do was a more dangerous investment that his impulses had forced him to do. “I believe in you, which is why I want to fund you.” Stomfer’s eyes grew wide for an instant, resolving themselves into a relaxed smile of quiet disbelief. “That’s alright, kid, you’ll have your day.” “I don’t know if I want to be a doctor, but I believe that what you are saying is true. I want to take a look at that television screen you made and I want to invest in it, if it works, of course.” “What money do you have?” “I have everything you need. Just let me look at it.” “Why are you doing this?” “I don’t know…” Stahl had a straight face that Stomfer could not read through. “Well, I guess that makes two of us.”