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On October 17, 2010, magic returned to the world. But the world didn’t notice
until 2012.
It was the climax of the XXX Olympiad in London. August 7th, at the Olympic
Stadium in Stratford, thousands crowded the stands for the 100-meter dash. Since this is
one of the only events that people care about, with the winner crowded, ‘The World’s
Fastest Man,’ millions watched on live television around the world. And it couldn’t have
been a better day – clear skies, little wind, and the buzz of anticipation.
Now, most people remember this day as the 100-meter finals, but really, it was
Still, it was one hell of a field. There was the previous champ from Jamaica, the
favorite from the US, and a bunch of other guys so ripped that everyone I know swears
they were all juiced. But as they moved to the starting line, no one cared. We just
wanted to see people race. And really, if they’re all doing it, who gives a damn?
The calls got louder when the starter called out the start. “Gentlemen, on your
mark.” Then the tone sounded, telling them to get ready. And bang, they were off.
Unfortunately, the alarm immediately sounded. False start. It was some guy from
Paraguay who ended up finishing last anyway. Thanks to him, everyone turned around
Again, the runners took their mark. Crouched on all fours, they rose up as the
tone sounded, ready to shoot out like a bolt. But, as before, the alarm sounded. This
confused the athletes since the gun hadn’t gone off. This also agitated the crowd, filling
The runner meandered around for a moment, wondering why their race had
stopped. That’s when someone noticed a ball on the track. An official ran out to move it
away.
Except it wasn’t a ball. It was a shotput.ball, I think it’s just called a shot. The
runners looked down at the shot, then turned to glare at whoever just interfered with their
race.
That athlete was Kazimir Pavelec, an eastern-bloc holdover from the Czech
Republic. He wasn’t hard to spot, especially while standing in the shotput circle. He
should have looked embarrassed being that he was just practicing – the competition was
after the 100-meter race. However, he gazed out at his shot with his mouth hanging wide
open. This was because he was standing on the wrong side of the stadium.
Now, the world record at the time was 75 feet 10 inches. Kazimir stood on the
south side of the stadium. The runners stood on the north side, over 400 feet away. No
one in the world should have been able to do that with a 16-pound lump of iron. But that
didn’t change the fact that he somehow threw the shot across the stadium. Once people
realized where the shot came from, they stared at him in awe.
Being the Olympics, it didn’t take the reporters long to find a video of the throw
and replay it on the jumbotron. Nothing seemed unusual. If anything, Kazimir was
taking it easy. Yet the ball soared across the entire stadium, flying and bouncing like a
baseball.
Official conferred for a few minutes. Then they led Kazimir to the back for a
drug test. He came back clean, but this didn’t do much to erase suspicions. More doubt
was raised when Kazimir could not repeat that throw. In fact, his best throws didn’t even
earn him a top five finish in the event. If it wasn’t for the 400 foot super-throw, he would
Sportstalk treated this like big news for a few weeks, but eventually, people
figured that he just had some crazy ex-East German sports scientist make him a crazy,
undetectable steroid, and their attention turned to other things. Still, the mention of
shotput in sports bars still gets someone talking about this magic throw.
Now, years later, I know how he did it, even if he didn’t. See, he wasn’t throwing
the shot harder. That’s why even with all his effort, he didn’t come close to matching
that throw ever again. What he did was temporarily make the ball lighter. So, sure, he
could sail that thing across the stadium without any trouble. The spell wore off by the
time officials got to it, but if it were still active, they’d have found a big steel ball the
weight of a baseball.
And, you know, it’s not even that complicated of a spell, at least for me. But
maybe I’m not a good yardstick for this. I think he can do that spell nowadays any time
Still, that day in August of 2012 was when the world had their first glimpse of
magic. It wouldn’t be long before they had all they could handle.
Chapter 2 – Central Park
“You know, I've always been good with animals. A friend of mine had this
Persian cat who loved me. She'd just walk over, purr, and sit on my feet until I’d finally
pet her. Either that or she'd dive into my shoes. I never did figure out why she did that.
I had this conversation with the driver of a horse-drawn buggy in Central Park.
The day was June 27th, 2015. The sun was shining bright through a little bit of smog. I
had a piece of New York pizza next to me that I was hoping to enjoy during a lunch
break for some stupid medical convention. I’d be heading up to Boston the next day to
see my brother. But neither me, nor the driver, were going any place soon. The 1000-
The driver tugged at the reins, trying to get his steed to stand. “Come on, girl,” he
said while making a few clicking sounds. Nothing happened. This was not the romantic
ride through the park that he advertised. The young couple sat in the back of of the
buggy didn’t seem to mind though. They snapped shot after shot, saying things like,
“That’s so cute.”
A gathering crowd said a lot of the same things. Someone asked if I was a horse
trainer, or maybe a whisperer. They all enjoyed the sight. Only two people felt
otherwise – the driver tugging on the reins, and me with my rapidly numbing foot.
“Ok, fine. What’s going on?” I said that as I slapped the horse on the shoulder.
With a whimper, she lifted her front foot and offered it to me. “I can’t take a look with
the fact that the horse seemed to understand what I was saying. And as I looked
I figured the horse wanted me to look at her foot. That’s what all my patients do
when they want me to look at their foot or something. My mind snapped back into “Dr.
examination” mode, and I took a look at the foot and the leg.
“What’s going on, Dr…. Shao?” I blinked, wondering why the driver knew my
name. But then I remembered why I was in New York. The medical convention. The
boring bunch of lectures that the board required me to attend. And, yes, the nametag
“Hang on.” I felt up and down the tendons in the horse’s limb. Though I’d never
worked on a horse before, everything is pretty much the same as in humans, except for
the hoof. But the problem seemed to be in the tendons. “Has she been walking alright?”
“Well, maybe she’s got a bit of a limp, but we’re not pulling a ton of weight. Plus
I think I nodded instinctively as I massaged out some scar tissue between the
tendons in the leg. The horse tightened up a bit over tender areas, but she held still. I
heard someone in the back ask if this was safe, or what if the horse kicked or something.
Finishing my work, I let go of her leg. “Give that a try,” I said. The horse
hopped up onto its feet, tapping its front limbs, drawing oohs and aahs from the crowd.
With a whinny, the horse trotted down the path, walking past the now sprawling
The driver yelled back at me, “Hey, she’s doing great. I owe you anything?”
“Nah, I don’t even know if I’m supposed to treat anyone here in New York. And
I lost sight of the driver, but I sure he didn’t mind. But then I felt another weight
on my foot – a golden retriever. And he looked at me with bid old puppy eyes. His
owner asked, “His hip’s been bothering him for months now.”
“Alright, let’s see what I can do.” Lunch would have to wait for another day.
So would the conference, which I never got back to. Luckily for me, they didn’t
keep attendance that afternoon, so I didn’t have to do more continuing education that
year, but I did miss a controversial speaker – well, controversial then. His name was Dr.
“What I am saying is that the rules governing the human race have changed. And
“I submitted my research for peer review a month prior, but it has still not been
Eyes turned to a few older doctors. They stammered and gave the usual reply.
“We have much to evaluate, and Dr. Maharin’s research will be looked at in time.”
“Perhaps, but by that date, the world will have seen enough for their own eyes.
The doctors mulled over his advice, but nothing occurred that day, or any day for
some time. When asked about it later, Dr. Maharin had this to say. “The medical
establishment, as well as the government, owe a few debts, namely to the drug and
construction companies. If it’s not in their financial interest to utilize changes, they’ll
resist, as I’m sure you’ve seen over the last few months. But change can’t be stopped.
Let me tell you about my friend, the Firewalker. When I met him in college, he
was the man. He had the girl, he was the best baller we knew, he had a car. He was the
best at video games, no one could take him on Madden. Hell, every guy I knew wanted
Of course, we were also all idiots in college. He bounced around between majors
for a while. Spending his days on the court, he ended up dancing on and off the academic
probation and subject to dismissal lists – not the lists you want to be on. His girl left him,
saying that she wanted to date around, to find someone know knew where the hell he was
going. And when the rest of us graduated, Ryan Douglas, the Firewalker, stayed behind.
Fortunately, he got his head together after that. One transfer, a few summers of
school, and a stint in grad school later, he got himself a teaching credential. Three years
later, he found himself back in LA with a job at a middle school. When I rented him the
back house to my place, part of me wanted a return to the late nights of Nintendo thumb
and Thai food delivery. But I found a new friend, at least for the start. He’d be working
on lesson plans and grading papers all the time. And most of the time, he’d be at school,
either doing some teacher stuff, or coaching basketball after school. I guess all his time
on the court did some good after all. A new leaf had been turned.
A couple years later, he was back to the old leaf. I think he got tired of all the
political and bureaucratic junk that they made him jump through, so he spent his nights
plopped in front of the TV. Maybe this was even worse than before.
crop up. He was waiting in line at the bank. In his hand was his paycheck for a week of
summer school, and even though the money was nice, he’d have much rather had the
As the line plodded, his thoughts switched between quitting, or maybe going back
to school, or… well, that was the problem. He never could find something that he really
loved. Something that he felt was worth pursuing. That was why she… yeah…
A loud voice snapped him out of his daydream. “Everyone, down on the
ground!”
Statistics showed a massive increase in bank robberies from 2015 to 2018. Most
economists blamed the economy, or rather its inability to keep up with the rapidly
changing workforce. On paper, this was just one of the early crimes. But reality told a
different tale.
As two gunmen sped around the bank, Ryan felt something. That’s the best he
could describe it. Something. But it was something he’d been looking for.
“Get your ass on the ground!” As loud as the gunman shouted, the 9mm in his
Ryan didn’t move an inch. To this day, he’s not sure how he knew what to do.
But he knew.
FOOSH! A fireball shot from Ryan’s hand and melted the gun right out of the
gunman’s grip. The backlash from the explosion sent the crook sliding across the room.
A blast like that drew the attention of the accomplice. But he too was met by a
blast of fire. This one hit him right in the gut, and plastered him against the wall. The
Outside, a car screeched out of the parking lot. A getaway driver sat behind the
wheel, and after seeing what happened inside, he wanted to be anywhere but there.
Ryan heard the screech too and shot out after him. The getaway car flew past
Ryan stuck right behind it. Seeing an opportunity, a bolt of fire shot out and
melted the rear tires on the getaway car. It spun out, wrapping itself around a pole. The
I found out about this a few days later. I had just landed at LAX when I got a text
from Ryan telling me to go to Legends, a local sports bar. This wasn’t unusual; we went
there all the time. We even called the owner, “Uncle Earl.” But when I saw him
ignoring the TVs and staring at the newspaper, I knew something wasn’t normal.
Ryan was pointing at a picture of himself in the paper. The attached headline
read, “Bank Robbers ambushed.” As I read the article, Ryan didn’t say much. I guess he
from a few days back, and right there on page 17, in a tiny box, was a mini-headline, “A
“When’d you change your name?” The goof and newspaper came from Kevin
Hernandez, another friend of ours from college. He read from the article, “Dr. Steven
Chao treated various animals yesterday in Central Park. They didn’t even get your name
right.”
“Ryan stops a bank robbery and you want to talk to me about how I pet a few
dogs.”
“Hey, you haven’t been around for the past few days. I couldn’t get him to shut
up.”
“No, I’ve got something else to talk about. I finally know what I want to do.”
“Nah, that’s ok, but what I really want to do… what I really want to be, is a
superhero.”
Once I calmed down, Ryan continued. “Look, you dumbass, I’ve been looking
for something to be excited about for years. Coaching ball doesn’t suck, but I haven’t
“So, an exciting day where you almost got killed is leading you into your new
profession.”
“Die fast or die slow, you die either way. I might as well have some fun.”
I thought he was nuts. I thought Kevin was nuts too for humoring him. Actually,
Kevin asked me something to the side. “Did you get to see your brother?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe.”
He could tell that I didn’t really want to talk about this, so he went back to
humoring Ryan. Of course, I found out later that Kevin wasn’t just humoring him. That
“Call me Firewalker.”
“Dumbass.”
“Look, dude, just because Jim Lee can make it look cool in a comic book, it
Kevin sat off to the side as I ripped on Ryan’s costume. There were flames
covering a leather jacket, and other bits of red down his pants and boots. It looked like
he’d cook in there, especially during a Los Angeles summer. “Hey, this works, doesn’t
it, Kev?”
Kevin didn’t say a word. He just stuck his hand out. Suddenly, it seemed like an
imprint of his hand shot across my backyard and into an ice chest. It emerged a moment
later with a beer. Then the can of Coors shot through the air and landed in Kevin’s hand.
Longarm.”
While this was going on, I never stopped to ask why we seemed to getting
powers. I guess I figured that people were getting magical skills every day, at least
according to the news. Why shouldn’t the three of us be getting them too?
My two aspiring superhero-buds didn’t stop to ask either. I saw them outside
early one morning, all dressed up like the Superfriends, and driving off to fight crime and
patrol the city. For some reason, I figured Batman would have driving something more
That day, they drove around the city and made the six O’clock news. That day, I
See, that day, them superheroes found out something about Los Angeles – no
matter how bad it seems in movies, there’s really not that much crime going on everyday.
Well, at least crimes you care about. They’d ask, “Hello, good citizen, have you noticed
“Yeah, there’s that guy selling DVDs over there. You should bust him, this
Finally, they found a crime. “Do you know where they are now?”
than my buds were at spotting them. By the end of the day, they were tired. But
This is the report I saw on the news. “With amount of stories we have about
people with weird abilities, it’s not surprising that we finally see this.” What I saw were
Ryan and Kevin walking around in their idiot-suits. “Yes, we now have superheroes
The picture changed to a shot of Ryan standing by a bbq. He lit a small fireball,
tossed it into the charcoal, and poof, instant ignition. The cook standing nearby was
“I’m the Firewalker, and this is Longarm. We’re here to protect the city.”
“Well, I’m sure everyone here is thankful. Did you see a lot of crime today?”
“Thankfully, no. It seems the city is actually a peaceful place. A good place to
“Hmm, that seems to go against the reports of some of our competitor stations.”
He was partially right. Being a superhero isn’t quite like the movies
EVERYDAY. But there’s always those days. That’s what got him into the costume.
Chapter 4 – A Whole New World
By 2016, magic was everywhere. You could tell because the newscasts stopped
covering it. The first people who could jump over buildings enjoyed their 15 seconds of
youtube fame, but after the fifth time people saw someone dunk with their feet, they
stopped watching.
Just like the first man who figured out how to increase his strength. His name
was Wallace Shaw, and he looked like the kid you picked on in high school. Yep, Wally
was short, chunky, and always the last kid picked for dodgeball. He wasn’t really smart
either. Kids used to joke that he’d lost the genetic lottery.
I know this because he said it all during his news conference for being the NFL #1
draft pick. Now, he was still short and chunky. But his measurables were off the charts.
He hit 150 reps on the bench press. No one else could even do 50. And when he
He was only 5’8”, 230 pounds, tiny for an NFL lineman. But the films from
college told a different story. He powered through double, triple teams. Sportswriters
called him the end of smashmouth football. No matter how many blockers you put on
him, he’d power through and stop you for a loss. 350 pound monsters would get tossed
aside like nothing, or fly through the air like a sack of potatoes.
That’s what the sportcaster said. I’ve never seen a sack of potatoes fly.
So, with the #1 pick in the 2016 NFL draft, Wallace Shaw, from the Univerity of
questions to get answered. No one could move this kid. He’d throw off behemoths, and
knock down runners with a simple slap. Or he’d throw an offensive lineman, and use
Not surprisingly, he got way cocky. I would too if I were getting paid to do
something I could in my sleep. Of course, the solution was that he figured out how to
magically increase his strength. Or rather, his body figured out. I’m not sure he could
control it consciously.
I guess it’s not surprising that someone used a strength spell to dominate the NFL
and make millions. It wasn’t surprising either when other freaks of nature arrived.
First was Dave “Bullet Train” Rayne, who ran the 40 in 2 seconds flat. Then
there was the Ghostman, who could throw and illusion. Tacklers who find themselves
flying through the air as he ran untouched down the line.. The league accepted these
guys, even treated them like All-Pro heroes. But the last straw came from a quarterback.
And it was during the super bowl. Jack Karrins wasn’t the prototypical
quarterback. He didn’t have a laser arm or stand 6-6. But he was accurate. He went 43-
56 in a game once, with the only incomplete passes being downs where no one was open.
SI called him everything right about the west-coast offense. Every pass would only go
for 5 yards or so. But he’d never miss. So, his team would just walk down the field and
Of course, this was because he could control the flight of the ball. And of course,
his undoing came during the 2018 super bowl. That week, the experts had their usual
changer.”
“That may be true. But Karrins will operate solely out of the shotgun,
“Talk all you want about west-coast, shotgun, the spread, whatever you want. But
football comes down to one very simple game. I put my big guys here, you put your big
guys here. They’ll push. Whoever’s stronger wins, and history stands behind me. Jack
That Sunday, Texas Stadium was filled to the brink with the most rabid group of
NFL fans in the nation. Signs in the crowd encouraged Shaw to introduce Karrins to the
Astroturf. They all wanted a hell of a show. Jack Karrins gave it to them.
Initially, everyone was surprised. It seemed like the ball had a mind of it’s own.
The kickoff took a weird carom and Oakland had to cover on the 1. Then Oakland passes
would unexpectedly hit helmet and bounce into the air, just waiting for the Patriots to
intercept.
Karrins was the complete opposite of this. His three drives were textbook. 20-20,
160 yards, all through the air. And he made it look easy.
For the first half, the crowd went nuts. They jeered Al Davis, ripped on the
Raiders, and the announcers said it was an embarrassment. By the fourth quarter, no one
was cheering anymore. Some were bored, some had left, but everyone knew something
was up. Maybe the Raiders were on the take or something, but there was no way that one
out a path for his runner. Like every other time, he tossed Patriot after Patriot aside. It
looked like a clear path for a touchdown. But then, the ball carrier dropped the ball. He
wasn’t hit or tripped or anything. He just dropped it. The ball rolled free for a moment,
but then everyone dove towards it. Shaw threw aside everyone, giving him a clear line
for the pigskin. He bent down to pick it up, but it squirted to the side, just out of his
reach. He dove for it, but again, it moved away. He didn’t get a third change. A
mountain of players covered the ball, and the play was whistled dead.
Now, everyone watching the game thought it, but only Shaw said it. He slammed
his helmet of the turf and yelled, “This is fucked up! I don’t know who’s out there
fucking with this game, but fuck this! All you at home should shut off your fucking
Shaw stormed right off the field and down the tunnel. Rumor has it that he
jumped into a limo, full pads and all, and went right back to his hotel. The NFL didn’t
care about that. They were more concerned with the fact that viewers did the exact same
thing. Ratings plummeted from 20 million down to under a million. Thank god for real-
time neilsen ratings. Sportstalk couldn’t get enough of this for weeks. But they really
focused on one thing. As the ball bounced around, everyone looked shocked. But there
was one guy who’s job was to photograph Jack Karrins at all times. And during that
This got the FBI involved. Anytime a fix is suspected, the black suit will be close
behind. They sweated Karrins using some confidential methods, and he talked. He could
control the ball. One touch to enchant it, and then he could make the thing dance. Thing
But not for long. A rules committee convened in days. Jack Karrins was banned
for life. In court, lawyers said that you couldn’t just ban one player just because he was
magical. No problem, they banned everyone with magical abilities. Lawyers shouted
I was at Uncle Earl’s sports bar with Ryan and Kevin when the announcement
was made. On ESPN, the commissioners of the NFL, along with every other major sport,
gave a unified announcement. All games were cancelled indefinitely. All leagues were
defunct until further notice. The sports anchors looked shocked. Their jobs were over.
Inside the sports bar, everyone booed. But after a few minutes, people’s attention
turned towards those with magical gifts. Namely, me and my two buds. Threats and
insults sailed at us from the whole room. One drunk picked up a pool cue, wanting to
bash our heads off. But one angry look sent him cowering. They all knew what would
happen if they tried anything. Poor Uncle Earl wanted anything but to have his bar
burned to the ground. So, we got kicked out and banned. I thought it was a raw deal, but
And so, by the end of 2018, professional sports in America were over, and there
were a lot of pissed off people around. Their anger focused mostly on the magically
gifted, and with us estimated at 25% of the population, it wasn’t hard for the masses to
lash out.
Now people will say that this is just one example of how magic changed the
world. But all that really happened was the introduction of a new technology. And like
Every time I go to a mixer, when people meet for the first time, they usually ask
Despite everything out there, people still think of magic like some kind of
superpower. Oh, you can do magic? What’s your superpower? Flight? Strength? Can
you leap tall buildings in a single bound? But magic is reality, not a comic books. You
can cast any spell, provided you know how. Or, well, the term spell isn’t exactly right
either. A better way of putting it is, if you can do it, you can do it. People will always
have things they’re better at, but if someone can do a little magic, there’s a chance that
they can be taught at least a little more. That’s what I tell people everyday.
As for me, I used to do sports medicine. Kinda. Say, you sprained your ankle.
Yeah, you could eat Advil and ice it, and you’ll be better in weeks. Or, you could come
see me and speed things along a lot faster, like weeks become days. I never had a cool
buzzword to describe what I did. People think, Chiropractor, you crack my back. Or
maybe physical therapy, you’ll show me some exercises. Not exactly and not exactly.
Those were the good days. After my article, the one calling me Dr. Doolittle,
people called me all the time to check out their pets. I’d tell them, hey, I’m not a vet.
They didn’t care. They offered me cash, lots of it too. And after a few weeks and
Somehow, the dog knew I could help, and laid his 100-pound gut on my foot.
The dog rolled over, showing me his hip. Now people ask me how I know how to
treat animals, but the truth is, everything works about the same as it does in humans.
What I do is get inflammation out of muscles and joints, and maybe break up some
scarring. For a dog with a bum hip, that’s exactly what the doctor ordered. Yeah, I know
big dogs like that have history of hip dysplasia and other conditions like that, but I told
I did my thing, and the dog walked a little better. That made the dog happy. That
made the owner crazy happy. “I’ll bring him every week,” she said as she cut me a check
“You know, you don’t really need to bring him that much. He really doesn’t need
it.”
“Yeah, but I would feel better if I brought him each week. I don’t want him to
suffer.”
Well, what could I do? Her dog seemed to like it, and I got 200 bucks a week. I
remember another patient about this time. He got some shoulder tendonitis, which took a
couple treatments to finish. We billed his insurance, but it got applied to his deductible.
“So I owe you 150 dollars?” He didn’t sound happy. I don’t blame him.
“I’m sorry, but your insurance has a 1000 dollar deductible. So you’re
responsible for the first 1000 dollars a year. We’ve adjusted you down to a lower rate,
“Yes, but that only covers certain in-network providers, which we are not. We
“Why aren’t you in network? Shouldn’t you join up with the system.”
“I’m not sure what kind of care you’ll get in network, but they pay 28 a visit. For
the amount of work we do, we cannot afford such a low payment. You recovered after
money. And he wasn’t alone. Most people would just complain and argue, but pay
eventually. The weird thing was that the pet owners wouldn’t bat an eyelash about
paying us, but the people would fight us with everything they had. If they were in pain,
maybe I could understand. But their treatment worked. They came in, they got well.
“And that’s why I treat dogs,” I said to Ryan and Kevin. It was after a long day at
work for me, and for them too. They were dressed in their superhero idiot disguises.and
“But you could do so much more. A lot of people need your help.” Ryan still had
“You just need to get them to see the truth. You need to teach them.”
“They can’t be taught if they don’t want to learn. You should know that. Why
else are you running around in that getup instead of teaching your class.”
“So, you don’t have children laughing at you every time you zoom by? You don’t
have grandma’s yelling at you to stay away from their kids? You don’t have the cops
Ryan took a breath and a long drink. “Yeah, so they think I’m a freak.
Sometimes that’s what you put up with for doing the right thing.”
“I put up with not getting paid for years. Now I’ve got it working the same way
as a 7-11. You come in, get your thing, give me money, everyone’s happy. What’s
“Not everyday day, dumbass. See, rent is what you pay for your property.”
“And that’s why it’s better to own than plunk down two grand a month.”
“Maybe. If you own, you’re paying rent to yourself, because you could be renting
out your place for that two grand. So, it’s reducing your income.”
I blinked. I did that a lot whenever Ryan confused me. That happened a lot. “So,
“Your life seems to make perfect sense. You make cash, no more fighting with
the insurance companies, it’s really cool. Thing is, it could be so much more.”
“Look, Ryan, running around town, dressed up like a superhero, calling yourself
the Firewalker, giving sound bites to reporters – that might be a life you’re cool with, but
I just want to make a living, chill in my house, and be cool. Can’t I just live my life?
You know what happens every time, right? And it happens every time.”
“That’s true.”
Ryan thought for a second. The second turned into a few seconds. “No.”
“No, I don’t think YOU can. You might think that this life is exactly what you
want, but I know you better than that. There’ll be a time, and there’ll be a place, and
you’ll do the right thing. You always have.” Ryan got up and walked to the kitchen. I
I was fuming.
Kevin snapped me out of it. “Hey, that thing your brother was helping you with?”
We just sat and watched the television for a while in silence. Not sure why, we
used to watch the game, but those were all kaput. Maybe it was just a reflex.
The next day, I thought about this while driving home. I remember this exactly.
It was 5:30pm. I pulled my Accord up to the light on San Fernando, next to the
Metrolink tracks. The setting sun lit the smog-laden air with and explosion of red and
orange. A big-rig pulled up next to me. The container read, “Evergreen,” and I
wondered how such a big polluter came up with the name, Evergreen. Then I thought
about Ryan’s statement, that I’d do the right thing at the right time. As a train rumbled
past next to me, I started to get mad. If he said that, then he thought I was doing the
wrong thing. Apparently he didn’t care that the ‘wrong thing’ was providing him a
house, satellite tv, wireless internet, and a fridge filled with food that he’d raid from time
I didn’t see it before, but off in the distance, a man was committing suicide. He
went by Joe, though he had a much longer name. But he’d just lost his job, and from that
his wife, his family, and now he decided, his life. And he decided that he wasn’t going
out alone. He blamed magic users for his loss, which was probably fair, but his solution
was to run through the fences and park his car on the tracks. With the amount of us in the
world, he probably figured that some of us had to be on that train. He picked a place
around a curve, so there’d be no time for the conductor to stop. He was going to die
The southbound train turned the corner and met his Jeep head-on. 5000 pounds of
heavy-duty Detroit steel melted away in an instant. He must have died just like that. But
then the wreckage got under the wheels and the locomotive jumped the track.
Unfortunately, a northbound train was coming up on the other track. They hit head-on.
5000 tons of steel doesn’t exactly just fall to pieces. The locomotives impaled
themselves into each other, throwing showering steel and fuel onto the ground. Then the
momentum of the cars tossed them off the tracks and bounced them about. One managed
to dig itself into the dirt. Just as the cars came to a halt, the fuel ignited, surrounding the
Everything from that point seemed to travel through a surreal daze. Somehow,
my car ended up on the sidewalk next to the road. Then I ran to the wreckage, tearing
through two chain-link fences on the way. During this, I called 911 as well as Ryan. He
says that my words were, “Get your ass down here if you want to be a hero.” And I guess
he was right about me. When the time came, I did the right thing.
The right thing’s never easy. It’s loud, confusing, demanding, and filled with
panic. I found myself surrounded by that. On the outer parts, dazed riders ambled about
in a zombieish daze. Some held their hands over oozing wounds, but they’d all get
I grabbed one nearby man, one who seemed uninjured. “Look at me, hey, look at
me.”
He fought through his shocked stupor and looked right through me. I
remembered later that my emergency procedures instructor told me that when people are
in a shocked daze, giving them one simple instruction works better than explanations. At
“Grab every motherfucker you see and push them by that fence!”
Now the man grabbed people nearby and made a dash for the fence. I think
someone told me that using profanity in situations like this helps get people’s attention.
Or maybe I was in a daze too because the next thing I knew, I was sticking my
“We need help, somebody, help!” It was the voice of 60 something woman
behind me. A moment later, I stood next to her and her bleeding husband. “Can you
Her husband was about the same age, overweight, not looking in great health, and
looking even worse with the bloodstain on his white hair. There was a lot of blood, but
“He’ll be alright, but you guys have to get out of here.” You’d think the burning
smoke everywhere would make them leave, but she wasn’t moving.
“But there’s so much blood, and it’s still coming.” He started to stand, but she
pushed him back down. “Stay down! I heard that you’re not supposed to move until
you’re checked by a doctor!” That’s kind of true. You’re not supposed to move if the
area is SAFE. At the moment, the area was anything but safe, so they needed to get out.
Plus I didn’t notice anything to indicate internal injury. Still, I had to placate this lady.
“Hey, I’m a doctor. Let me bandage him up, and you can go.” She didn’t seem
too happy about that, but she nodded. She seemed even less happy when I ripped her
She started screaming. The only way to get them out of there would be to stop the
“There, got it.” I placed a fresh bandage over his head. There was still a little
oozing, but the bleeding was over. The lady jumped up and down, saying, “Thank you,
She lifted her husband and dragged him out of the mess. I turned toward a
burning part of the mess, now with bloodstained and blackened fingertips.
The moment I nodded, a conductor dragged me into a crushed car. Stepping over
debris and broken panes of plexiglass, I saw an injured cop. He was a tough guy, forty-
something, probably the veteran of a hundred fights. Nothing probably scared him. He
looked scared..
I don’t know who would have wanted to look. The cop was impaled onto the
floor with a metal pole going right through his thigh. Blood was gushing out onto the
floor. An onlooker looked over the cop, trying to keep him calm, but he knew that this
was bad.
Blood gushing everywhere? Impaled by a spear or some crap like that? This was
a hell of a lot crazier than some injured shar-pei. Plus, I was pretty sure my license didn’t
The cop shut his eyes and nodded. Then I put my hand inside his leg and felt
around. The metal pole had nicked his femoral artery. Without surgical repair, he would
be dead in an hour. As I did this, the onlookers stared at me in silence. I don’t blame
them. It’s not everyday that you see a doctor phase his hands out of the normal plane of
reality and feel around inside some guy’s leg. Oh yeah, that’s what I can do. Well. I
The onlookers both nodded. Or so I think, I didn’t really care. My hands were
back inside. First, I phased the pole out and removed it from his leg. I heard someone
gasp as I tossed it behind me. Then I got to the hard work of sealing every artery. That
took too long, I just fixed the big one and one of the little ones. It’s hard sealing an
artery. It’s not like just casting some heal spell in a videogame. You need to find all the
ripped shards, stick them next to each other, and alter their phases so hopefully they’ll
stick to one another. Unfortunately, you don’t always know if it’ll stick. Or if it’ll leak.
And you have to do this all blind, unless someone helps you out with some fiber optic
camera. It’s freaking hard, but I’m writing this in the hope that someone out there can do
But back to the cop. I didn’t have time to really fix everything so I after I got the
main pieces to hold, the gushing stopped, and I had to move on. “Get a stretcher and get
The onlookers nodded, with the conductor tugging on a stretcher from a crushed
“Let me do that.”
muscle. “Dammit,” I barked. “Get his ass out of here. And get a surgeon to check that
As I exited the car, a little help arrived. Sliding towards me at a hundred miles an
hour was Ryan, doing his Firewalker bit. Longarm stood near the fence, organizing
people into various groups. Approaching sirens meant the paramedics were on the way
as well.
But no time to rest. Now with blackened hands, I ran to a derailed car, lying in a
crumpled heap by the side. Ryan beat me there and screamed in through any open gap,
He must have heard something because he jumped on top of the car and cut
through it with a bolt of fire. “Rip this thing off, Steve,” he yelled at me. Without a
though, I jumped up on top of the car and tore off a six-foot chunk of steel. Again, Ryan
was proved right. He jumped through the hole and entered the car. “Hey, you need to
Damn. He was right. I got into sports medicine because I didn’t want to be knee
deep in blood and guts and bugs everyday. Good thing this wasn’t everyday. I checked a
few bodies near me. Nothing, no vitals, no response – these guys probably never knew
“Help.” The weak voice came from under some debris. Tossing aside some junk,
I found a man with a crushed leg. There were probably more things crushed, but that was
the most evident. And by the looks of him, he needed help, bigtime.
Without a word, Ryan cut a hole through the roof, which was currently the side
wall. I freed the man’s leg. It turned out that the engine or something like that fell
through the floor and smashed on top of him. Then the buckling wall crushed some other
parts of him. The good news was that he was one of the luckier ones.
I looked over at Ryan, but he was gone. I was about to yell, but then he appeared.
“Thanks, Firewalker.”
He stood proudly for a second. Then he dashed to another corner of the car,
checking over the bodies. The paramedics moved to the man with the crushed leg,
checking his vitals and stabilizing him. I just stood there for a moment, watching the
scene. These guys had something I didn’t. They just seemed to be tirelessly working and
checking man after man. I guess Ryan really was a hero, just like those paramedics.
“Hey, Steve, we got a pulse.”
The Firewalker stood next to a puddle of blood that used to be some guy. I wasn’t
sure, but I felt his heart, and it was still beating. But it was getting weaker.
“Use the gurney, this one’s stable.” The paramedics noticed my hands, but they
were too busy to ask questions. When people are bleeding all around you, no one asks
I had to take it to the next level as we moved the bloodied man towards the
“Firewalker.”
“No, tell the medics to get the crash cart. This guy’s coding.”
Steve zipped ahead and grabbed a paramedic. Kevin appeared next to me and
pushed the gurney. I had both hands inside the guy. I manually pumped his heart and
“Get an IV ready.”
“Got it!” An EMT inside the ambulance yelled back to me. Then, letting go of
the man’s heart, I lifted the gurney with my other hand and put it inside the ambulance.
“Go!” I yelled. Without a question, the ambulance zoomed off. I stood there in
silence, watching it run off. And that’s when the exhaustion hit me. I just stood there
like a statue, much like anyone else near me covered in blood. All around me, police and
medics were arriving, filling the air with sirens and flashing lights. They zipped about,
checking out the wounded and passing out bandages. Someone took a look at my hands,
but zoomed off when she realized that there wasn’t any more blood coming out. I barely
noticed. Maybe once I saw that help had arrived, my body decided that it had been
youtube and shows it all the time. The interview goes something like this. She’s looking
like a movie star, with designer clothes, overdone hair, and a righteous attitude. I look
“I’m here with Dr. Steven Shao, one of the first responders to the crash today.
I paused for a moment. Then, right before she could speak, I said, “I drive here
everyday.”
She nodded, showing a face of false concern. She noticeably turned her eyes
away from my bloodied, blackened hands. Her next question, “How would you describe
“It must have been terrible. What made you enter this situation?”
Here was where I just closed my eyes for a moment. Then, as she got nervous, I
“One tired doctor after serving our community. A true hero amongst heroes.” In
the background of this scene, Ryan was cutting through some metal so they could remove
some of the victims who didn’t make it. It was the first time he got onto TV doing
something heroic. Maybe that’s why he always shows this film. Or maybe it’s because it
shows another side of being a hero. Me, lying there, covered in blood, just falling asleep
in front of everyone. That’s heroism. Or at least that’s what Ryan told me.
I’m not sure. Maybe we’ve all got a little something in us that kicks in whenever
something really bad happens. I don’t know how I ended up in the middle of that mess, I
just did. I didn’t even care about the fact that I’d be spending all night in the reactor.
Maybe in the heat of the moment, you just don’t care about the consequences. Logic
doesn’t have enough time to act. Or maybe that’s the most logical time, and in normal
instances, I just find a way to talk myself out of being the hero.
Chapter 6 – No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
A few days after the Metrolink incident, my phone was ringing off the hook.
Group 1 – “We’re starting a school for the magically gifted and we’d like you to
teach.” Apparently, getting onto the 6 O’clock news would mean huge business for an
after-school tutoring center that also featured magic enlightenment. I don’t con people,
even if they want to pay me well to be conned. That’s all these school were doing.
Group 2 – “You are Jesus! You must heal me!” For the first day, I told them to
make an appointment. That when I found out that filling your waiting room with pet
parents and desperate nuts who think you’re the answer to all their problems is a bad
idea. I should have given my secretary hazard pay. Now, I leave it up to her.
Group 3 – “We are the future! You must join our cause! Together we can…”
Group 4 – “Magic is of the devil! You must renounce your ways and turn to the
Group 5 – The Maharin Group. Ok, it wasn’t really a group of calls, but rather an
incessant stream of inquiry from the Maharin group. I don’t know if they had an
internship program, but every hour, seemingly on the hour, a different teenaged voice
would call and tell of a great offer. Obviously, there wouldn’t be any specifics, except of
course that it would be very financially beneficial. Part of me wanted to group these guys
with the tutoring centers, but something about them stood out. Maybe I’m clairvoyant
too.
Group 6 – This was the group of people who’d call for an appointment, come in
for a check, but have a little something different in mind. For example, I’d go in to check
someone’s ankle. I’d ask how they hurt it, but they’d say something like, “Hey, I saw on
the news that you helped out some people at that train accident. What was that like?”
Now they think I didn’t see them hit the record button on their favorite electronic
device, but none of them were James Bond. And I didn’t really feel like answering
“Oh, I tweaked it playing basketball, but tell me, how has magic affected your
I’d have kicked them out, but they’d always pay. None of them really got their
interview, but at least I got paid. I wished they could at least just be honest. If they were,
they’d get a swift ‘no comment’ but at least they’d still have my respect. In any case, I
Finally, after a week of telephone hell, I finally heard a familiar voice. “Hello,
“Well, after, you know, right? It’s… yeah. But I’d like to see you guys
sometime.”
“Ok, I know you’re probably getting a billion requests, but if you guys can show
Rachel’s voice softened. I knew she felt embarrassed to ask. “Yeah, if you could.
I know it’s probably not what you want, but if you’re going to show someone, why not
Her voice perked up in an instant. “Just come by sometime and I’ll show you
everything in my lab. My research is fascinating. I’m sure you’ll be thinking about it for
days.”
I doubted that severely. But. “Alright, let me check with Ryan and Kev and we’ll
be in touch.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll talk to you soon. And hey, it was nice to
Normally, this is where a phone conversation ends, but she spoke up. “Remember
“Yeah, they were.” She paused a moment, and then snapped back to reality.
I decided that the following Monday would be a good day to visit. This was after
dealing with three whack jobs on Friday. I told Ryan at the end of the day, while he was
working his new job. Seems the window washers at my building had a problem. Seems
also that it’s pretty easy to get a job washing windows when you can walk on walls. So,
there he was, feet blazing with flames, sliding back and forth on the glass walls with a
squeegee. I’m sure the old window washers were pissed that he got the job, but with
Ryan walking on walls and juggling fireballs, they didn’t say a word.
I got his attention while he stood outside my window on the 15th floor by
knocking on the glass. I probably should have thought it was weird, but after what had
happened, talking through the glass from inside your office to a friend standing on the
“Hey, Steve, check this out. I can get paid while doing surveillance on the city.”
“No problem.”
from college?”
Ryan stopped in his tracks and sounded cold despite his burning feet. He said just
“Yeah. Why?”
“She wants us to swing by Monday.”
Ouch. But I knew how to get to him. “She wants to see your powers?” Instantly,
Ryan perked up, but he tried to hide it. Fortunately, he sucked at poker.
“Hell, run on the walls or whatever else you’d like. I’m sure she’d be way
impressed.”
“Really?” Now he couldn’t keep his excitement bottled up. “Let me check my
Thing is, his schedule was wide open. Kevin was just as eager to show off, so
that Monday, the three of us walked through south campus, just like back in the good
days. Now, the southern part of UCLA’s campus is built around a large quad, with all the
science buildings forming the walls. This formed a function first sort of architecture,
especially with the older buildings. Up in north campus, where the law, business, and
English student hung out, there was a sculpture garden, and it just looked a lot prettier.
Rachel, being a rookie science prof, got a small lab in an old building in the
ugliest corner of south campus. But you can’t beat the memories inside an old building.
Kevin reminisced. “Remember Chem 11B in CS50? Didn’t you sleep in there every
day?”
I laughed because he was right. “Yeah, that’s the last time I signed up for a 9am
science lecture. Bad idea. There’s always more important things to do at night.”
“Like work on getting Nintendo thumb?”
“Hey, I blame my parents. They never let me play growing up, so the second I
“A little freedom makes you go all apeshit and play till you get blisters on your
fingers, saving sleep for class, and doing anything in school but study?”
growing pot in your closet with a blacklight. Maybe learning how to control everything
Kevin nodded in agreement and there was a moment of silence. It was then that I
noticed that Ryan hadn’t said a word for some time. He just plodded in silence behind
us, looking like his mind was anywhere but in this corridor in Young hall. This wasn’t
like him at all, but I guess I couldn’t blame him. I just hoped he’d get better once they
“Come in,” was the reply from the familiar female voice.
Ryan looked like he thought about bolting for a moment. But then he grabbed the
doorknob and swung the door open. And just like that, they were fact to face again, oh
ten years after that day. Things had changed, but he was still talented and as good-
looking as ever.
And she was still the tall, stunning, half-Japanese girl who was kryptonite to the
will of most men. Her smile was just friendly enough for guys to say hi, just exotic
enough for guys to have no clue what to say next. The only difference now was what he
They stood in place for a moment, neither really knowing what to say or do. I
suppose when you see the guy you dated for three years before dropping the, “I’d like to
see other people” bomb and dating a young professor, that’d be awkward. Or if you saw
the girl who broke your heart, drove you into a depression, and made you fail a quarter’s
worth of classes, that couldn’t be too comfortable either. Oh yeah, add in the fact that
now each person either wanted to show off their powers or witness them? Yeah,
Kevin was the good guy and broke the silence. He pushed past Ryan and gave
Rachel a hug. “Hey, Hoffman! It’s good to see you again. Wow, professor, all bigtime
Rachel laughed. “Thank you, yeah, the lab’s nice, but no marriage or well,
“You’re going girls now? Wow…” This was said by Ryan. Rachel turned to
It was then that we noticed another person in the room. He looked like us 10
Rachel walked back to a table and sat opposite him. “Sorry, Jason, now let’s try
dove?”
Rachel shook her head and turned the card – a cloud. “Sorry, Jason, looks like the
Jason hung his head and stood. He took a step towards the door.
some bomb testing facility. By the scratch marks on the stone, I was guessing the latter.
Rachel nodded.
A split second later, something shot from Kevin’s hand and slammed the kid
against the concrete. Though he was only 6 inches from the ground, he was freaking out.
Then again, if a giant imprint of a hand had flown from some stranger, pinning me to the
It probably didn’t help also that everyone else seemed more interested in Kevin.
“I can retract it too, check this out.” Kevin held out his hand. He made a pulling
I probably didn’t help when I said, “Bet you can’t cut him down from there.”
“Oh yeah, I mean cut him down without barbequing his butt.”
I don’t think Ryan heard me. He focused on a fireball rising from his hand.
Everyone else in the room did the same, none focusing harder than Jason. Then the
fireball changed shape, resembling a hand. Suddenly, it shot out, burning through the
trapping, slicing the kid off the wall like a cookie cutter.
Rachel cheered. This made Ryan smile. I don’t remember much else since I was
laughing my ass off. I think Jason bolted out the door because he was nowhere to be
seen.
Once order was restored, Rachel turned to me. “Your turn, Steve. I saw the news
report but…”
“Hey, check this out.” Ryan cut her off and rocketed toward a wall, feet ablaze.
He slide up onto the wall and stopped, almost posing for his superhero photo op.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Ryan then held his hands out to his side. Fireballs
rose from his hands and levitated in place. “I call this the twin-dragons firestrike.”
Before anyone could comment, the fireballs coalesced and formed two serpentine
dragons. Their fiery forms shot towards the concrete wall, baring their teeth as if to bite
immediately before striking the wall, coating it in a curtain of flames. They burned for a
moment, and when they subsided, the wall seemed a bit molten, maybe a little like lava.
Though impressed, Rachel seemed a little annoyed. “That’s really something, but
“Wait, uh…”
“Are you serious? This is real research here!” Rachel paced a bit and muttered,
Rachel stopped in place, confusion starting to creep into her eyes. She turned to
Ryan, who looked away and slid back to the ground. She turned to Kevin, who nodded.
“You’d better sit down.” I hated explaining this. It never made sense to anyone
who didn’t see it, and if they saw it, it meant another annoying night. “Alright, you want
to see something? Check this out.” I grabbed a desk with one hand, and tossed it into the
air, bouncing it in my hand like a drumstick. Ryan looked like he was going to try to talk
me out of it, but after a few tosses, he sat down. “Now, it looks like I’ve got super
strength.”
“I’m not sure, but my strength is staying the same. What I’m doing in adjusting
the mass of the desk. That makes gravity affect it less, making it lighter, and making it
seem like I’ve got super strength. I can also affect its density.” With that, I set the desk
“Can you also affect your density? Like, can you walk through walls?”
“Yes, but take a look.” I pulled my hand out of the desk. Black streaks ran down
from my palm to the fingers. I put my hand through a few more times. Even though the
desk stayed the same, more and more black streaks appeared on my hand.
Normally, the sight of this scares people. I don’t blame them – it scared me too. I
thought I had some weird disease or something, definitely something contagious. At the
Metrolink crash, I think there was so much blood everywhere that no one really noticed.
The one person who did thought I got into a gearbox or something. But Rachel seemed
more amazed than anything. She ran up to my hand and felt it, taking a close look at the
“That’s interesting. Use of magic creates black streaks on your hand. This is the
“Magic doesn’t put the streaks there.” I stepped away from the confused Dr.
Hoffman, pulling my hand away. I rolled up my sleeve and backed up against the
concrete wall. Holding out my hand, I nodded to Ryan. “You know what to do.”
Ryan wiped the jealous look off his face and focused. Then with a flick of his
wrist, he shot out a fireball that engulfed my arm in flames. Instantly, my forearm
“Oh my god!” Rachel shot out of her seat. “Dammit, I need to call 911.”
“No, you don’t.”
I moved my hand, flexing and wiggling my fingers. “No, take a closer look.”
It took a few tries. She kept trying to turn away, not wanting to look, but
eventually she realized that I wasn’t hurt, or burned or anything. Actually, it took Ryan’s
help. He grabbed my hand and waved it in her face. “Take a look, if he was burned, he’d
“Not helping.”
“No, look, that black junk isn’t a result of magic use or an injury. That’s his
skin.”
Dr. Hoffman fought through her revulsion and took a look. Sure enough, that was
just my skin. Not that a weird mosaic of black, purple, and magenta was any better, but
at least it wasn’t dripping blood. I probably should have gotten mad at Ryan for calling
“Yeah, Rachel.” I said. “My skins just that black junk you see. This normal
She turned to a patch of normal looking skin. “No way. That’s way too good to
“This is what my brother made in his lab at MIT. It’s an artificial living skin that
connects with the lower layers of your natural skin. Or something like that, I never
skin and have it draw nutrients from your dermis. Plus what about bare areas? Skin is a
complete covering, and the few orifices are specifically adapted. Any holes are quickly
sealed and healed. In order to do what you’re saying, you would some way to create a
complete cover of skin, or whatever you’d call it. I don’t know because it doesn’t exist.
“But what if you had epidermal stem cells? What if you could implant cells one
at a time? What if you could fire them through the epidermis, making only microscopic
holes, and allowing them to form naturally, like they do in the womb?”
“Well, IF we had the technology to make epidermal stem cells off a person’s
DNA so his body would reject it, and IF we had some high-energy projection device that
wouldn’t fry those cells as they enter, then MAYBE after a forever long time, you
“What?”
“For a new set of skin. I have to lie in a machine for eight hours, it blasts me with
a EM wave projecting the stem cells, an occasional spray to nourish, and everything is
good as new.”
“Why reactor?”
I should probably have thought of this more. But I said, “My brother’s always
been able to get huge government research grants. Remember that lab I worked in over
the summer?”
“Yeah, you guys totally geeked out there. But this is still hard to believe. You’re
telling me that your skin is now that blackened whatever, what looks like your skin
comes from some giant machine, and … wait, how come your skin wasn’t burned by that
fireball?”
Ryan picked up a pen. “Check this out.” A burst of fire erupted in his hand,
sending the pen flying right through my hand. It stuck in the ground. “Now look at his
hand. Not a scratch. That’s because it automatically phases out if something’s going to
hurt it.”
I sighed. “You make my hand sound like some kind of robot. But yeah. Even if
it didn’t phase out, this black stuff is pretty strong. I mean, I never sunburn, I don’t get
blisters, hot water doesn’t scald. Unfortunately, the artificial stuff isn’t nearly so good.
Every time I use magic, it has a chance of degenerating. Especially when I phase or alter
something’s mass or density. The fake skin really doesn’t like that. Truth is, the fake
stuff looks great, but it’s junk. The black stuff is really something.”
“Terrible, yeah. And that’s why I take a hop into the reactor. Just like I’ll be
doing tonight.”
Suddenly, Rachel looked to the floor and hung her head. “You’re going to have
to do that tonight because you showed me your abilities. I’m sorry for making you go
through that.”
“It’s fine. You didn’t know, and hey, we’re friends.” Changing the subject, I
asked, “What have you found out so far? I mean, we can’t be the first people you’ve had
in here.”
This perked up Dr. Hoffman. “Well, the biggest thing is that these abilities aren’t
singular. I mean, it’s not like superheroes having super strength or speed or whatever.
You need to look at it like a spell you’re casting, and all you need to be able to do is cast
the spell.”
“I don’t get it. So, anyone can do anything anyone else can?”
“Not exactly. I might not be able to throw a 90 mile per hour fastball, but I can
toss a baseball around. It still takes special skill to do something real special.”
“I think so. I haven’t found enough people with enough power to show anything
“Then… if there’s someone who can heal, I might be able to learn how to heal
my skin.”
I didn’t hear the rest. I just though about maybe being free of this curse called my
skin. Just having a chance to look normal again would be enough. It’d be better if
everything was normal, but hey, I’d take what I could get. I thought about this all the
way home. I also had plenty of time to think at home since the reactor made it
Still, as I stepped into my house, I had hope. Hope was replaced with annoyance
when I saw the reactor. Now, my house was never the biggest place – just a typical 3
bed, 2 bath home, though with a little backhouse where Ryan lived. But with the
machine’s sprawl, I had about the same amount of living space as him. One bedroom
was filled with the power source. My brother said it was safe, but I didn’t ask too many
questions. Huge wires formed an obstacle course in the hallway. A computer mainframe
or something clogged another bedroom. Tubes fed into a bathroom for a water supply,
and then to a purifier, taking out another room. But the biggest contraption sat in my
living room. It used to be a slick entertainment center, with a 53-inch flat screen, HD, 5.1
and leather couches. All that was gone. Instead, a giant, white UFO dominated the
space.
I had to phase that thing out just to get it into the house.
So, like many other nights, I stripped and stepped inside. For tonight, I tried to
comfort myself with the dream that Dr. Hoffman would find a way to teach me how to fix
There’s really no escape when you hate your own skin. You can cover it, you can
hide it, but you can’t get away. You can’t get away from yourself.
It all started that day back in 2011. It was February, but thanks to global warming
and the Southern California sun, I decided to throw a barbeque. So, like many days
before and many after, it was me, Ryan, Kevin, steaks, and a basketball game. UCLA
was playing Arizona in Tucson, making this another one of those conference rivalry
games that we just couldn’t miss. I had just run out of the house to check on the grill
during a commercial break. I didn’t want to miss anything, so I peeked in through the
But then I felt a steak drop. I looked down, and instead of resting on top of the
grill, the steak sat underneath, burning on the steel plate over the gas grills.
“What the hell!?!” I hated trashing a good steak, but I also had no clue how it
ended up there.
They flowed from a tall, slender female stretched out for a tan on a lawn chair. She was
Kari Hayashi, currently working on her tan, and currently my fiancée. And though her
question seemed to show interest, her eyes were still locked on her fashion magazine of
“I just… I don’t know? Shit…” I tugged away at the steak, but the meat was
stuck under the grill. I didn’t want to flip the whole thing over, but I didn’t know how it
got under the steel to begin with. As I tugged away, I noticed Ryan and Kevin next to
me. Apparently, they noticed me gone. And I used to think they wouldn’t notice if they
But they didn’t skip a chance to goof on me. “Dude, Steve, you’re supposed to be
“Well, Kev, I can when it’s on the right side of the grill.”
“What the hell?” Their eyes went wide open at the sight of the steak under the
grill, much like mine. They tried lifting it out too, but as before, the steak was stuck.
I tried again, as I explained what had happened. It wasn’t too easy. I was just on
autopilot since I wanted to get back to the game. But then something happened.
The steak was now on the right side of the grill. Ryan said that it looked like I
lifted the steak without any trouble, like the grill wasn’t there. That was the first time
someone saw me phase anything. And I didn’t see it. I just noticed a lot of confusion.
After a few moments, they got my attention to the steak, now charred, now sitting
on the grill. And for the second time today, everyone heard me say, “What the hell?”
Kari jumped this time. Must have been kind of loud. Probably, I mean, it’s not
everyday that you find out that you have magical powers.
They guys were just as excited. There was a lot of yelling, something about,
“How’d you do that? Do it again? Hey, what else can you move? Try that thing, see if
“Can you guys do me a favor and keep it down?” Even though Kari’s words
sounded nice, she said it in that condescending third grade teacher tone that I hated.
Maybe I didn’t hate it then quite as consciously, but I know that made me want to try
I heard the yells from my friends. “You can do it, maybe you need to relax. Or
maybe you need to do some weird thing with your other hand? Like in the video games.
No, just act natural. That’s how the shot put dude did it. They never figured that out.
“Dammit, I don’t know how I did it! Just shut up for a second.” Part of me
hoped getting pissed would do it, but it doesn’t work like that. And now the yard was
And that’s when I did it, sort of. Rather than phase a steak, I phased the tongs in
my hand, and they passed right through the steak and the grill. Of course, in my current
“Yeah! Woo hoo! You the man!” Hi fives and cheers filled the air.
This was followed by another sigh from Kari. “I’m going back inside.” She
grabbed her garbage magazines and marched back into the house.
We had more important things to do. “Hey, try that thing! Try putting it through
the chair! What happens if you let go?” By the end of the day, I knew how to phase
something in my hand, something attached to a pair of tongs, and that unphasing inside a
rock would cause the rock to split in half. And more importantly, I knew how to control
it.
People always ask me how to cast a spell, like if it’s like a weird incantation or
mind focus thing. Unfortunately, I have to tell them that it’s more like throwing a fireball
or an uppercut in Street Fighter. It’s an unfamiliar action that your body has to perform,
but once you learn it, then you can chuck it out there like it’s second nature. I’d say it
was like riding a bike, but that’s all about muscle memory and proprioception. A
hadoken is a combination of your mind choosing that it’s the right time to do the move,
and your body knowing the technique. Also, you can sometimes get on off just by
Kevin and Ryan totally got me that night when I explained it this way. They
spent the next week doing anything weird that they could, trying to get some magic effect
to occur.
I remember watching Ryan try any crazy shot he could on our basketball rim.
Like as if he could tomahawk dunk if he tried a million times. He still can’t dunk. Kevin
I wonder how it felt for them when they finally got their magical gifts? I know
for me, I started using it like an idiot. I’d phase through cabinets just to get a coffee mug.
I’d stick things through walls just because I was bored. I probably overdid it.
Kari sure thought so. She kept whining, “Are you still screwing around with
that?”
“Well, what would you do if you figured out how to do something that no one on
“Is that all you can think of? You need to be more practical. Like I’m taking
“I do alright.”
Thing is, I did. This was our fight that would never end. I was cool with being a
normal dude. She wanted more. I used to blame all those fashion and shopping
magazines that she read, but really, it was just her. I thought the recession in 2009 would
have knocked her out of this, but it only seemed to make it worse once she started getting
Actually, we stopped fighting about that soon after. That’s because we found
something new to replace this fight with something bigger and uglier. It started one night
“No, you didn’t. If you did, you wouldn’t have a big, black spot on your finger.”
She was right, there was a big, black spot on my finger. And since it was my new
skin, it was soon joined by a big, black spot on my elbow, a big, black spot on my knee,
“Oh my god!!!” That was what Kari said when she saw it. “What kind of crazy
disease is that?! Get away from me!” She said some other things, but mostly just yelled
and screamed before grabbing her purse and running out of the house.
I felt hurt when she ran off, but I couldn’t blame her on this one. If I saw some
crazy, contagious-looking skin condition on her, I can’t say I’d have acted any different.
The worst thing was that I had no clue what this was. Neither did any dermatologist I
knew. I never remember seeing this in any of my textbooks, nor could I find anything on
it in a library. I spent so much time at the med school library that people mumbled about
the weirdo in the hat and turtleneck who wore gloves inside.
Ryan and Kev tried their best to help. Ryan especially didn’t seem the slightest
“He knows.”
“Well?”
“I don’t know.”
“Look, I know what happened, but that guy is the smartest guy we both know. If
there’s a way…”
“Look, man, Kari’s not here because she’s scared. She’s scared because of your skin. If
you can fix it, even if that means dealing with Dave, you got to try. For Kari.”
Damn.
Two days later, I was in Boston, on the campus of MIT. Thanks to the New
England winter, I didn’t stand out with my gloves, hat, and scarf. Then again, I don’t
think anyone would have noticed. Students shuffled along the paths in a zombie trance,
scarcely glancing at their co-eds or the architecture around them. I was personally
always impressed by the mixture of Ivy League brick and modern sci-fi buildings – just
like something out of Star Trek. I guess these students would be the Vulcans. Really
though, given their insane workload and their legendary partying to unwind, their
I entered one of the sci-fi looking buildings and marched down a long hallway.
Inside, it reminded me of South Campus back home, with white walls and photocopies of
Dilbert and Foxtrot comics plastered everywhere. But these were the normal areas. I’d
of the facility. Down here, the walls were bare, reinforced concrete and the air hummed
with the noise of gigawatts of energy. A crayola box of pipes ran over my head. Blue
was probably water, red maybe hot water. What the heck was orange, purple, or striped?
But way down here in the bowels of the campus, Dave felt completely at home. So much
taller, a little skinnier, but looking an awful lot like me. A lot of people thought he was
younger due to his college clothes and demeanor, but he was four years older than me.
For a moment, I thought I was looking at myself without the black spots, but then I
remembered.
“Ah, yes. Come on in.” Dave led me into his lab. With computers everywhere,
crazy machines, and a whole bunch of things I didn’t recognize, this place was a geek’s
“Don’t want to talk about it? Fair enough. Take a look at this.” Dave led me
towards a giant UFO that I now call the reactor. That was the first time I saw it, and I
really thought he’d made contact. “Now, listen up, Steve. You know about skin grafts
and burn treatment? It’s a nasty surgery where they shave skin off one spot, chop it up
“Yeah, I read about it in school. Nasty stuff. If you’re thinking of shaving off
“Ah, thanks for reminding me. Let’s take a look at those.” With a lightning
quick hand, Dave whipped off my gloves and looked deep at the black junk. “Oh, nasty.
I don’t even think shaving this off would work. It’s not in the epidermis, or even the
like rubber or something. It doesn’t have the same tone or tension either. You, little bro,
“You said you could fix this. Now you’re saying I’m some kind of alien.”
“I love aliens. They have such cool powers or weapons and crap like that.”
“Oh yeah, Kari probably hates this. Don’t see skin like this in Cosmo, and if
you’re not using the proper moisturizer, what kind of animal are you anyway?”
“I have the perfect solution. Hollywood would be proud. You see that thing?
Our newest toy, complete dermal and epidermal replacement, this will make those nasty
skin grafts history. It’ll give you a brand, new life. Interested?”
Damn.
That’s all I kept thinking when Dave told me to strip and get into that UFO. He
said it’d be weird, take forever, but that I’d be happy with the results. If some stranger
told me that, I probably would have punted him in the gonads, but Dave’s my brother,
and I was desperate. So, I stepped inside. “Ok, Dave. Now what?”
The door closed with a foosh, sealing me into the darkness. The last thing I saw
was a smirk on my brother’s face. Then a bunch of robot arms grabbed my limbs and
moved me around. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. And with the darkness, I
its thing.”
“You’re right. It is easy for me to see.” Then I heard a door open, footsteps exit,
and the door close and lock. Dave had left me alone in the dark, in a weird machine, and
Damn.
Then automated processes began, which drew all my attention. It got loud, with
the sound of spinning machinery. Then waves of light and energy shot out and struck my
skin. This just tickled a bit, and would have been fine or even nice for a few minutes.
Unfortunately, a clock on the computer outside read 8:15, and for the next forever, the
clock would count down as the arms moved me about, blasting every square inch of my
body. After a while, my skin looked different, but in the weird light of the machine, I
couldn’t really tell. Plus, the robot arms kept me from getting any rest, and maybe I was
going delirious.
I felt like I’d been in there for an eternity. It wasn’t even a night, but thanks to the
robot arms, it felt a lot longer. Then there was a beeping noise, like the oven timer saying
that your cake is done. The door to the chamber opened, lighting the reactor with
fluorescents from the rest of the lab. It also let in the voice of my brother.
“Like I got anal probed by a bunch of aliens. What the hell is this thing?”
“It’s gone.”
“Of course it’s gone. This is the newest in cytogenic dermal repair. It might feel
like an alien anal probe, but it makes you look good as new.”
I wanted to be mad at Dave, but he was right. I did look as good as ever. There
wasn’t even a hint of the black junk anywhere. He brought me a mirror so I could check
For the next few nights, I looked over myself in the mirror after I showered, just
in case this was some kind of paint or something over the black splotches. I was afraid
it’d all just wash off. But it seemed ok, it just took me a few days before I really believed
“Thanks man. Asshole.” Hearing that from Ryan made me feel normal for the
first time in a long time. And for a guy who saw his skin turn into a blackened mess,
“Looks like Dave worked his magic. That guy’s got a huge brain.”
“Yeah. Kinda.” I looked normal, why wasn’t I normal? I figured that convincing
Ryan was nothing. But if I could convince myself, then maybe, just maybe I could
convince Kari.
That’s what I told myself as I knocked on her door. She was smiling when she
opened the door. It took a second for her to realize it was me. It took another second for
her brain to realize what I looked like. Then it took one last second for her to slam the
door in my face.
“You get away from me. I don’t know what’s on you, but I do not want to catch
it.”
“Like hell it is! You can take whatever crazy disease you have and stay the hell
“One that’s gone. Take a look for yourself.” It took a while, but she finally
agreed if I stood in her backyard and she could look out at me through a window. And it
I held up my hands.
The pants came off next, along with another spin. This was like some messed up
I spun in place.
with me, but somehow, I didn’t care. It was just nice to she her smile again. It’d been so
And just like that, I was back in her life. No more being pushed away. No more
being ignored. We got dinner, went blading by the beach, started up with the wedding
plans again. Life was nice. I didn’t realize it then, but I didn’t use magic one bit. No
lightening heavy objects, no phasing through doors, no anything. I was happy with life
One night we went out to a diner, one of those places with overdressed waiters
and the occasional song and dance. After laughing through a performance, we sipped our
“Wait, what?”
“Well, you know, there really isn’t any advancement in your job, so maybe you
“But, why are you bringing this up now?” She just looked away and drank her
soda. Yeah, we were back, for better or for worse. The rest of the dinner was just as icy.
She hardly said a word to me as we went out to the car. I was about to get in when I
window. I knew his keys were inside, probably sitting on the seat or still in the ignition.
His cheerleader date bounced around near him, screaming out her lungs and staying in
perpetual motion. She probably looked great a minute ago, but right now, her face
The kid was nervous. That’s probably how he locked his keys in his car. That
cheerleader date of his wasn’t helping, and probably was the cause of his brain fart. “Uh,
I know triple-A can get the door open, but I don’t have it. Do you?”
“No, but I do have a curfew. God, why did I think you could take care of
The kid fumbled around his pockets, looked to anyone around for help, but just
looked beat. It didn’t help that he wasn’t nearly as good looking as her or that he was
sixteen, and probably on one of his first solo dates. No one else was helping him out, so I
went over. Kari complained, saying something like, “Come on. They’ll be safe, let’s go
I walked over to the door and leaned my back against the handle. I reached
behind my back, phased through, and unlocked the car, all unseen by the kid. Magicians
While I had a second, I said, “That screaming girl, she your girlfriend?”
“No. She agreed to go out with me, though. That’s something.”
The kid lowered his voice. “I’ve had a crush on her since 8th grade. This is my
dream.”
“Why?”
“They do it to me every time.” The kid’s eyes lit up. Nothing like an obscure
song reference to forge a connection. Maybe now he’d listen. “Did you have fun
tonight?”
“It was cool, I mean, this was really something, you know?”
“Yeah.”
“Look, kid, I’m the last one who wants to tell you how to live your life, but you
got to ask yourself if she really likes you too. Chick flicks and shit talk about winning
over the girl, but the truth is, she’s either won or lost way before you ask her out. If
“Yeah, I know.”
“Well, that’s all I’m going to say about it.” I lifted the handle as I stepped away,
The kid looked amazed at the door for a moment. Then he yelled, “Thanks man!
I didn’t look back. I just went back to Kari. She seemed bored. “Done with your
I looked at my hand. There was a black splotch right were I’d phased through the
door to get that kid’s door open. I looked back at Kari, but she was running off down the
street, screaming something about needing a lift into her cellphone. I tried to give Kari a
ride home, saying I’d call Dave to see what happened, but she didn’t even want to talk to
“What the hell are you talking about? You told me I’d be good as new.”
“Well, your skin was new, so that was true. I wonder what damaged it?”
Two days later, I was back in my brother’s lab. I showed him my hand, not
new skin.”
“New skin?”
“Well, I’m not sure what to call it. You’re the medical one. You probably also
Before I could say anything, a blast of energy stripped off any remaining bits of
the artificial skin. It’d have probably hurt like hell if I couldn’t phase out.
“Shit!” Dave thought I was talking to him, but the energy residue made a little
light, and I could see my body. It wasn’t black and splotchy anymore. It was all that
But like last time, after eight hours or so, I looked as good as new. “This isn’t
real, is it?”
Damn.
One again, I went over to Kari’s house. I hoped that it’d go as well as last time,
“I don’t have a disease. Something’s just happening. Not just to me, to the whole
world.”
years later, when it was pretty well accepted that my skin wasn’t a contagious disease,
she still wouldn’t talk to me. Maybe she moved on with her life. Maybe that was just her
And I know, maybe I’m just remembering the bad things right now, but that’s
what I remember.
Chapter 8 – Publish, Perish, or Something Else
Uncle Earl once told me about change. He talked about how he went nuts the first
time he saw a color TV. It was back when he was a kid, and it was in a store, but that
night, he dreamed of someday having his own. “Yeah, they were pretty expensive, but
all through my childhood, that was my goal in life. Own a 32-inch color TV. It’s better
than being at the ballpark. You get to see their faces, and a few beers won’t make you
broke. I told myself that if could watch the World Series on that, well, then it was a
Someone yelled out just then. “Hey, can we switch this to soccer? There’s a
Uncle Earl dug up the right remote and switched it over. “Crazy, isn’t it. This is
six-times what I dreamed up, but it’s still not enough. Even as the technology and times
change, we’re still brats tugging at our mommy’s sleeve for a candy bar.”
“Yeah, for some people. I’m fine with what I got. I mean, who wouldn’t want a
Across the bar, a suit was showing off the keys to a brand new BMW. And
apparently chicks do dig fast cars. A minute later, one of those girls followed him
drinks than anyone I know, but he doesn’t have one real friend in this whole place. I
don’t get it, but maybe I’m the one in the minority. Call me stupid, but I’m fine being
I don’t call him stupid. I wish I could be like Uncle Earl but we’ve all got
different callings in life. For me, well, I’m never sure. For Dr. Hoffman, it was solving
the mysteries of magic. This meant developing sensors capable of detecting magical
energy or whatever was happening. This meant finding a powerful magician who’d be
willing to get strapped up to a probe just for the good of humanity. Finding a powerful
mage was hard enough, much less someone who’d sit still for science. But, as fate or
luck would have it, there was one more than willing to help.
currently strapped into a steel chair with dozens of restraints. Surrounding the chair were
hundreds of sensors, cameras, and things I never could quite identify. Dr. Hoffman and a
few college kids manned computers around her lab, all eagerly awaiting a result.
“We’re ready to go,” said Jason, the whipping boy from our first visit. I’m sure
he felt safer with Ryan all tied up. But he still asked, “Are you sure this is safe?”
Dr. Hoffman didn’t respond. She barely looked away from her monitors,
constantly clicking away and nibbling on a pen. Finally, she looked up at Ryan.
“Fine. Oh mighty Firewalker, could you please grant us the honor of witnessing a
“Sure thing, and it’s just Firewalker.” With a wink at Rachel, Ryan snapped his
As he did this, numbers flew about on the computer monitors. Jason and the other
students were struggling to keep up with the deluge of data. “Dr. Hoffman,” said Jason.
“That’s expected.” He attention was once again locked on her monitor. ”You can
“No, I need you to do that at least 50 more times. It’s the only way we’ll get any
reliable results.”
Oops. Ryan wondered if he’d made a mistake volunteering for this. He really
wondered that after snapping his fingers and lighting the flame a hundred times, but he
still went back for round after round of tests. Still, it seemed that progress was
ridiculously boring.
I asked him why he kept going back? I never went back for testing. His reply
was simple. “You know the line. Publish or perish. That’s University life for you. I
“Even after all that happened, you’re still going through all this for her?”
Ryan shrugged. “I got into hero work to protect the innocent for perishing.
Ryan didn’t respond to that one. He just stared ahead at the TV. Maybe he’d
answer me when he was ready. Or maybe he really did think this was a way to help the
world. That thought made me laugh a little. He’d spent hours, hell days or weeks
patrolling the city like Batman. Every he turned a corner, he’d wonder if this was the
chance, if this could be the day his powers would make the difference in someone’s life.
Most of the time, he’d crash into a street football game and get yelled at by some
grandma or maybe have someone try to sell him some ice cream or a tamale.
But I laughed because it seemed like all he needed to do was reconnect with his
ex, be cool, and he’d be helping the world understand this whole new magic thing. All
I was laughing about this one day while driving to work. Maybe if made me feel
good to laugh at someone else for a change. People would just laugh at me when I told
them that I did Physical Therapy and Chiropractic for pets. But at least I was using my
magic.
Kind of.
But it was in a way that wouldn’t require a nightly dip in the reactor.
Unfortunately, today was one of those days that gives LA traffic a bad reputation. I
About a mile from work, traffic stopped. Now everyone thinks that LA traffic’s
always like this, but it does move. Really! Well, usually. Today, the only movement
came when cars would make the illegal u-turn and head the other direction. Otherwise,
no one was going anywhere fast. People stuck their heads out of their windows, trying to
see what was going on. There was some commotion, but it was at least a mile off,
probably near my office. Part of me was almost ready to say screw it, pick up my car,
walk it all the way to work, and just take a dip in the reactor. But fortunately, I was close
enough to walk. It was even more fortunate that I could turn my car around and park on
demonstration on Wilshire. Great, my office was on Wilshire as well. And from right
This was a protest from a diverse group of workers representing a bunch of unions
I’d never heard of, but probably have been around for decades. Standing in their hard
hats and orange vests, they blocked traffic, snarling commutes all around. I’d have
stopped to ask them a few questions, but the message of their boards told me enough –
Down with Magic! Jobs not Wizards! And then there was their chant, “Magic, uh, what
This whole mess started with the NFL canceling their season. The players who
could up their strength with a spell realized that this could be useful elsewhere, so some
of them got jobs in construction. Sure, you could do the job with heavy equipment, but
don’t tell me that being able to punch pillars into the ground or lift girders like toothpicks
wouldn’t be really useful. Foremen and companies sure found them useful. They didn’t
need to rent out as much equipment, nor did they need as many men.
This, of course, meant the elimination of a lot of jobs. Probably at least 473,
working on something when I’d hear a loud squelch. Then someone would yell. “Our
city of Angels was build with the blood, sweat, and tears of hardworking men, women,
and children. They didn’t need magic then, and we sure as hell don’t need it now! I’m a
window washer. Yeah, it’s not as sexy to have to work outside instead of one of your
fancy corner offices, but it paid for the clothes on my kids and the food in their stomachs.
Now, thanks to some magic idiot who can walk on the walls, my kids have no future.
I don’t know if I was going to allow that, or if his kids really had no future, but I
did discover a couple of things. One, Ryan’s side job had gotten him a whole new set of
enemies. Not super-villains or evil magicians, rather the local 22 union of window
By 4:00, I was ready to put down the next screaming animal I saw. But rather
than face the glut of lawsuits that’d create, I just closed up shop a little early and hid in
my office for a little peace and quiet. It sort of worked. The protest outside had quieted a
bit. Earlier, I wished I could control weather because a little rain might have encouraged
them to call it a day, but I guess their voices had to wear out after a while
I rubbed my head, trying to clear a headache that’d been building all day. I just
wanted some peace and quiet. But as I was about to take the phone off the hook, it rang.
Part of me wanted to let it go, ignore it, dump it to voicemail or something, but for some
reason, I answered it, like my hand moved independently of my brain. And the next
“You found him. What can I do for you?” Something about his voice seemed
familiar.
institute for promotion of those with magical abilities. Perhaps you’ve heard of us?”
“Yeah, I think your interns were calling a while back. I’m not really doing any
“That I can understand. A little peace and quiet can be quite desirable.” I
remember blinking as he said that. Somehow I knew that this guy was good. I’d heard
him on TV before, but over the phone, I could tell that he had some major skills. He
skills.”
“I’m a doctor, not a magician. If you’d like to come in, you can make an
appointment.”
“No, this is not for me, I am feeling quite well. But you are both a doctor and a
“I’m not sure how the two combine? Except for maybe that situation that got me
on the news.”
“My client might differ with your opinion. His name is Joseph Benjamin.”
“Yes, if you’re thinking about #1 on the Forbes list, that Joseph Benjamin.”
I froze for a moment. I used to joke about having Shaq or Kobe come in for
treatment, but I never met anyone that rich or famous, much less had them as a patient.
“Hello, Dr. Shao? Not sure if you heard me. Joseph Benjamin wants your
medical expertise.”
Now let me tell you about Joseph Benjamin. The general consensus was that he
should be dead. He had some kind of clotting disorder, kind of like hemophilia, the
disease that wiped royal families off the map. He’d had cancer on and off since he was a
kid, but somehow, he was still around. All those experiences made him anything but
risk-adverse. He’d tried and failed more than anyone on the planet. He’d also tried and
During an interview, someone asked him if he had any regrets. His response?
“Well, if I do, I’m going call someone right now not and get that taken care of. If you
know my history, you’d know that tomorrow’s anything but guaranteed for me.” He then
But now in his sixties, Mr. Benjamin’s health was really catching up to him. All
the money in the world couldn’t fix everything he had. But then again, if Dr. Maharin
The question came in loud and clear. “Want to help me save Mr. Benjamin’s
life?”
Chapter 9 – What is Power Anyway?
Someone asked me once why I got into my field. I told them, “I’ve always liked
the human body, but I didn’t want to cut people open, get weird diseases, and I hate
looking at films. So I went for what was left.” Life sometimes has different ideas.
The sky was getting dark by the time I squeezed through the protest and got to my
car. Then there was the hour-long crawl through a mere five miles of traffic. Finally I
arrived at an old hospital. It stood 5 stories tall, and seriously showed every one of its 50
years. The white paint was cracked and falling, and one wing seemed half-demolished.
Then again, they might have been renovating. A vinyl banner hung from the roof –
Maharin Institute.
As I exited my car, I could hear the sound of nearby protests. With their
bullhorns, I could tell they were complaining about the Institute. However, they seemed
to be blocks away rather than right outside the gate. I contemplated this as I walked up a
Dr. Maharin met me at the front entrance. Despite looking like he could use a
good night’s rest, he stood tall and gave me a firm handshake. Somehow, I instantly
“Thank you for coming on such short notice. We don’t have a lot of time.” He
then turned and zipped through the halls with me right on his heels. “Mr. Benjamin’s
being prepped for surgery right now. He suffered a heart attack earlier, but we don’t have
of the films discussing something really serious. I slid in and joined their huddle. Oddly
“Even he survives tonight, he’s dead in two weeks if we don’t fix this.”
“But if his heart doesn’t get him, it won’t be long before his liver goes too. And,
thanks to his immuno-suppressed state, there’s no way he’d be able to survive that
invasive of a surgery.”
“Not to mention the fact that he’ll bleed out long before that. And, who are you?”
Only now did they notice me. I had already looked over the x-rays, MRIs, and
Doppler studies. I couldn’t read everything, but I knew enough to know that Mr.
Benjamin was on his last legs. “His coronary arteries are toast. He needs some major
bypass work.”
“True, but he won’t make it off the table in his condition. And who are you
again?”
Dr. Maharin stepped into the middle of our huddle. “This is Dr. Shao, who I told
Dr. Carter nodded, but he didn’t look happy. Then again, with his face showing
the signs of 20 years of long surgeries, he probably never looked real happy. Looking me
“I am a Doctor, though I’m not sure what I can do. This isn’t my specialty, but
us had any clue why I was here, nor what we could do to save him. Yet, he stood tall and
“Hang on,” I said. “I’m not licensed to do surgery, not to mention that I have no
“You’ll be working under the supervision of Dr. Carter. He’ll walk you through
the procedures, but you’re the only one who can do this.”
Dr, Carter jumped in place. “Impossible. I cannot train a doctor to perform such
a complicated procedure on such a compromised patient.” He turned his glare from Dr.
“So, you expect to heal him by cracking his back? Good god…”
“No, I treat tendonitis, arthritis, and stuff like that with machines and deep tissue
work to get everything moving. I wish I could fix him by cracking his back, but life ain’t
that easy.”
People started pacing, and everyone looked like they were about to bail. But a
simple, “Ahem,” from Dr. Maharin drew all our attention. “Dr. Shao will perform the
surgery because he can do the procedure without an incision. That is his magical ability.
The rest of you will assist him and tell him what he needs to do, but his hands will do the
work.”
Now all eyes were on me. “Uh, well, yeah… I think. How did you know I could
do that?”
Dr. Maharin just chuckled to himself. “Are we going to pow-wow here all night,
Now, the surgery itself wasn’t too complicated. Think of an artery like a hose or
tube. What happens if a rock gets stuck in the hose? Well, water can’t get through. So,
what the surgery does is cut a hole downstream from the block, attach another hose there,
and then screw the new hose onto the water source. Then water will flow through the
hole without any problem. The only problem here is that it’s the human heart. Screw
that up and the patient is dead. Poke a hole in the wrong place and the patient is dead.
Oh, and then you need to find the tubes to use for this surgery. Normally, they
use small arteries from other parts of the body that hopefully you won’t miss too much.
But in this case, it could be more complicated. I asked Dr. Maharin about this.
He seemed unconcerned. “We’ve gotten a hold of the newest technology for this
Something about this seemed a bit too familiar. “Artificial epithelium. The ones
from MIT?”
Dr. Carter seemed surprised at my response. “Why, yes. They’re the newest
“I suppose.”
We all left the viewing room and moved to scrub in for surgery. I wasn’t sure if
this was completely necessary, but they figured it was better to be safe than sorry. Oddly,
the artificial skin on my hand survived the scrubbing process without a hitch. Too bad it
We went from there into the OR. Even in this old hospital, the operating room
was spotless. It was also crowded, with nurses and equipment everywhere. And sitting
in the middle of the room, the person of interest – Mr. Benjamin. “Hey, docs. I’d get up
IVs, monitors, and everything imaginable was hooked up to that guy right now,
“Lighten up, guys. This ain’t a funeral. You, new guy, what’s your name?”
He was looking at me. “I’m Dr. Shao. I’ll be performing your surgery, and it’s
“See, he gets it. The rest of you could learn from this guy.”
The rest of the room had more on their minds. They were rigging monitors and
echocardiograms – sonar pictures so I could at least kind of see what I was doing.
Information poured from the monitors, keeping watch over heart rate, blood pressure, and
anything else that could indicate a problem. Maybe I looked more relaxed than anyone
because I had the least to lose. I was a last minute hail-mary, and at the time, I didn’t
have a chance to get nervous or anything. I was still in partial shock, and trying to figure
out exactly how to make the magical steps necessary to do the surgery. And I wasn’t
Mr. Benjamin seemed more relaxed than even me. “What is power, anyway?
What’s money? What’s wealth? Let me tell you this. Five years ago, I could buy
anything or anyone I wanted. Yesterday, my bank account was bigger than ever, but I
couldn’t even take a crap without help.” He looked me straight in the eye. “You might
be able to save my life. There ain’t no one else on earth who can do that. Now, there’s
His words didn’t sink in until way after the surgery. Dr. Carter nodded to me.
I nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Is the anesthesia ready?”
“You think I’m going to sleep through this?” I turned to Mr. Benjamin, seeing
only a pair of determined eyes. “I’ve lived through a lot, but I’m always up for a new
experience. Just do your thing. They got me tied down for a reason.”
“Alright.” And with that, I phased out my hands and placed them into his chest.
Now, I’m not sure what he was thinking when he saw that. I’m sure Mr.
Benjamin had never thought that he’d see someone slide their hands into his chest, but he
It’s weird when you’re phased. You can feel solid matter. Kinda. Like you
know it’s there, you can feel it, but the sensation feels more like sticking your hand into a
bowl of pudding, and the different levels are like the pieces of fruit or tapioca. So, it took
me almost a half hour before I knew the difference between the heart, pericardium, and
everything else in his ribcage. Then there was another twenty minutes figuring out how
to move the heart around and orient myself using the monitors. Finally, I took one of the
“I didn’t even do it when I was a kid. And I’m sure they’re not doing it half
blind.”
Dr. Carter just chucked. “You’re doing fine.” Apparently any of the
apprehension he felt at the beginning was now gone. Maybe I earned his trust?
As I took a breath, I noticed Dr. Maharin standing in the back of the room. He
didn’t seem to be doing anything, but his presence seemed to inspire confidence
somehow.
The weirdest part of the procedure was trying to see the artificial artery. I could
de-phase it a bit, which would bring it into view. Sort of. But I didn’t want it sticking
through something, like say, the heart. Finally, I managed to get it wrapped around the
“Now for the hard part, Dr. Shao. You need to connect the new artery to the
heart.”
I thought about that for a moment. When I phased a stick into a rock, the rock
split into two. But living tissue was softer, and theoretically, it could work. Still, I
wasn’t about to test this theory on a living person. I took my hands out and tried phasing
two strips of artificial artery together. Sure enough, I was able to get them to connect. I
then practiced phasing a probe, and then de-phasing it in the middle of the connection
between the two arteries. That punched a perfect hole, just like what he’d need.
“Perfect,” said Dr. Carter. Perfect on the outside, but perfect inside the body
Well, actually, just more time consuming. Connecting the artificial artery was
easy enough. Making the hole to let blood through was a lot harder. I was afraid to make
too big of a hole, so I just made a tiny hole to start. Then I’d slowly widen it until
enough blood flowed through. That’s making it sound too easy. I’d be sweating as I
opened the hole a tiny bit, praying that it wouldn’t make a leak, and scouring the
Finally, I was done. The monitors showed blood moving around that one
blockage without a single leak. I turned my attention to Mr. Benjamin’s face. “How’re
you feeling?”
“I’ll try to keep it that way.” But I had no time to rest. Dr. Carter was already
pointing at the monitors. There were still three other arteries to bypass.
I didn’t even know what time it was when I finally exited the OR. I stumbled
through some doors, threw off my gloves, and rinsed off my hands. Then I washed my
face. My eyes stung, like they’d been overused for hours and hours. There was probably
a good reason for that. It took me a bit to realize that my hands were a mess of black
junk with bits of skin peeling away. But it wasn’t a problem. I just snapped on a new
pair of gloves. Everyone in the OR was wearing gloves so hopefully no one would be
alarmed.
No one noticed. They were too busy attending to Mr. Benjamin. I wasn’t
surprised. I was attending to him earlier, and well, we were all here to attend to him.
Still, he noticed me in the back and gave me a nod, as if saying thank you for my hard
work. But he looked tired. A moment later, they wheeled him out of the OR and out of
sight.
I found myself alone in the OR. A feeling hit me - a sense of unwelcome, like I
was in a place where I didn’t belong. I had never wanted to be a surgeon, nor wanted to
spend hours in scrubs and a small, sterile room. Yet, I had spent hours in this room
treating a patient, performing a procedure I had never done using a method I’d never
thought possible. I thought about this as I exited the OR. A clock on the wall said I’d
been in there for 8 hours. I turned to exit the building when a voice called out behind me.
“Dr. Shao?” It was Dr. Maharin. And somehow, I turned and walked back to
him.
“He’s sleeping now, but he’s doing well. We have you to thank for that. But it’s
“Get some sleep. Don’t worry, we’ll get you paid for this.” Dr. Maharin patted
I was halfway to my car before his words hit me. Paid. I never thought about
payment for my work tonight. What would I charge? I mean, I’d have to spend the night
in the reactor. And why didn’t I think of this earlier? I just ran into the room and went
about doing doctor stuff. Stuff like this gave me a lot to think about while I drove home.
It also gave me plenty to think about inside the reactor. Fortunately, I was dead tired. I
finally was able to sleep inside that thing. I guess questions could be answered
tomorrow.
Chapter 10 – You live, you learn
The next morning, a loud banging noise woke me up. It reminded me of a prison
movie, with the inmates banging cups and plates on the bars.
“Yo, Steve? You still in that thing? Your cake timer binged hours ago. Get up,
it’s noon.” The sound was Ryan banging on the walls of the reactor with a coffee mug.
enough to make him stop. As I shook out the cobwebs, I realized that I’d been sleeping
for hours inside the reactor. Perhaps I could sleep inside it now. Still, I preferred my
bed.
Ryan seemed to understand my growl. “Cool, see you in a bit. Kevin and Rachel
What? Kevin was here all the time, but Rachel? Maybe this was college all over
again. Once I heard Ryan exit out the back, I stumbled out of the reactor, checked over
I noticed my stomach when I exited the house into the backyard. That’s when I
saw the spread – steaks, carne asada, baby back ribs, kielbasa sausage, all sitting next to
my barbeque. I’m not sure if it was seeing the food or something, but I knew I wanted
I took a seat near the food. I think I cared a lot more about eating than the fact
that this was the first hangout with the four of us – me, Ryan, Rachel, and Kevin. I did
notice the gleam in Ryan’s eye. This was the same look he had when he told me about
have been doing a bunch of experiments, and we’re convinced that magic isn’t quite the
way it’s portrayed on the news. They’re saying how some of us have magic abilities.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I said. Yeah, I know, stupid. But this was
the first time I’d heard anything like this, and I was sleepy and hungry.
“Let’s take you, Steve. You can alter the mass of objects without changing their
fundamental structure. If this was WoW, you’d also be able to crush enemies by making
them heavier or something, and have a lot of gravity related powers. But no, you can talk
to animals.”
“Kind of.”
“Yeah, but there’s no logic to that. That seems completely unrelated, but
“You’re using World of Warcraft logic. The world wasn’t addicted to that for all
of 2006.”
“The point is that we should be able to use each other’s powers, at least a little.”
“Yeah, I think that’s what Rachel told us, or something like that. We’d eventually
Now, he had my attention, but the look on Kevin’s face told me that I might not
briquettes. “The only thing we need now is fire.” Ryan flicked his finger, igniting a little
cigarette lighter of a flame from the tip. “One little flame, easy as that. Except that it’s
going to have to come from you. And we’re not eating till one of you lights this grill.”
The next half hour was spent staring at the coals, flicking our fingers, and a
exchanging confused looks with Kevin. Meanwhile, Ryan and Rachel watched us
“Hey, maybe we should eat first. Can’t think on an empty stomach.” I said this
“Sorry, Steve. You see, the problem is that you’re trying to think through this.
You just need to do it, and your stomach will motivate you.”
Another half hour made me even hungrier, giving me plenty of motivation, but
still no fire. Ryan and Rachel whispered to each other in the corner. I’m not sure what
they said, but I bet it was something like this. “Maybe this won’t work?” “Nah, they can
do it. They’ve got the power.” “But they have a good reason to light the fire. That’s
when people figure out their magic.” “Let’s give them even more motivation.” “Ok, it’s
your show…”
Meanwhile, I was punching away at the barbeque. I’m not sure how this dome of
cheap steel from WalMart became the test dummy for my magic, but this was the second
time now. First it was trying to phase through the steel. That seemed impossible, but I
did it. But now, this was something I could do in a second with a stupid match, yet it felt
his hand. “Mmm, that smells good, doesn’t it? You can almost taste the smoky flavor
“Sure. Mmmm, this is really good. You guys would love it. If only you could
I growled and stewed, but nothing resembling fire came from my hand. I tried
using one of the skewers like a wand, but that didn’t do much either. Kevin tried to ignite
the skewers, or shoot them with his hand-print, but really nothing much happened. He
Ryan stepped up his motivation. “Dude, check this out. Rib-eye, baby. Rib-eye.
Just check out the marbling on this guy. Mmm, that’d be some good eating.”
“Yeah, it would be if I could get this stupid thing lit!” My actual words might
have been a bit more colorful than that. I threw my skewer into the barbeque. But then
something happened.
Rachel scrambled to take notes and said, “So, how’d you do it?”
“Not a problem.” Rachel dug into her bag and pulled out a pair of goggles.
“Infrared. Now, try throwing an skewer again, just like you did before.”
eyes, and sure enough, the tip of the skewer was glowing. “Keep the goggles and try to
By the time the food was ready, I could make the skewers glow, and even ignite
them about half of the time. I also realized that I could pick up a skewer after trying to
light it, or maybe not even throw the skewer and get the same effect.
backyard with dozens of skewers. But her suggestion worked. Soon, I could light a stick
Ryan seemed impressed. “Sweet. You’ll be doing this in no time.” A flame rose
“Showoff.”
“Maybe, but if you want to see something even more interesting, look at your
hand.”
Until he mentioned it, my usual worry didn’t even cross my mind. But now, I
didn’t want to look. Just one speck of damage meant another night in the reactor.
Rachel grabbed my hand and looked over it carefully. “Not a scratch. No burns,
“Great, my brother’s invention can survive Ryan’s spells, but not mine.” I’m sure
that went into her notes somewhere. Come to think of it, I never did see her notes, but
I’m sure she was recording everything we did. Any good researcher would have done
that, and she wanted answers as bad as any of us. Of course, at the time, I was more
“Don’t worry, Steve, there’s plenty more. You too, Kev.” Ryan chuckled at the
two of us as we destroyed everything in sight. Some of that was due to the starvation
torture-training that he’d just put us through. Some of it was because using magic
seemed to drain your strength or something, kind of like last night when I was finally
able to sleep in the reactor. Luckily, I usually just notice myself getting really hungry
and eating a ton. Rachel just watched us eat, quietly laughing to herself, just like she did
in college.
She only spoke up an hour later. “I can’t believe you’re still eating. I mean, you
Everyone else agreed. I had no choice but to concur. “Yeah, I guess I had a long
Rachel must have noticed something because she asked more questions. “What
“Well, there was this protest outside my office, so it messed up traffic, and their
“That’s annoying, but why were you in the reactor this morning? And I thought
“Well, last night was hard too. I…” I paused, wondering if I should say. There
is something about patient confidentiality, plus the fact that I didn’t really know how I
was picked. But I guess these were my friends. “I helped out with a surgery, I guess.”
“Yeah.”
“Ryan said you did something like that at the train crash. I figured it’d only be a
“The guys who wanted me to perform the surgery, the Maharin Institute.” As
soon as I said their name, a switch flipped inside Rachel. Just like that, she seemed real
defensive.
“Yeah, I met him last night. Something about that guy…” I noticed that a similar
switch flipped inside Ryan as well. He turned and walked away, disappearing inside his
“It’s not important.” With this said, Rachel picked up a notebook and did some
work on a nearby table. Neither her nor Ryan told me anything at that time. I asked
Kevin about it, but he had no clue. He just knew that for some reason, neither of them
I didn’t enquire. I was still hungry, tired, and too busy playing with fire. I think I
must have tossed a thousand little fireballs into the barbeque that weekend. Anytime I
wasn’t burning anything, I was sleeping or eating. And despite the fact that everything I
ate was greasy and horrifically delicious, I ended up losing weight. That was my
Monday came around a bit too quickly, and I headed back into normal life.
Thankfully, no protesters blocked traffic today. I did see a few picketers here and there,
but they seemed content to be seen and not heard. The day felt normal as well. Patients
and pets came and left, bills and checks were paid, and there was no sign that the past
I didn’t mind too much. There was no word of Mr. Benjamin on the wires, so I
figured no news was good news. Dr. Maharin didn’t call either. I could say that I didn’t
care, but I checked the mail every day for a letter or anything from the Institute. But after
One day, I went to talk to my secretary about an insurance payment. It was the
As usual, my secretary rolled her eyes. “They’re just doing their usual garbage
again. Oh, we need a referral. Oh, can you resubmit the claim? Oh, didn’t we pay this
one already? I thought the president fixed this mess back in 2009.”
Every time this occurred, I wondered if I should switch to all pets. But just then,
the UPS guy arrived with an envelope and the usual, “Sign here.”
I tore open the envelope to find two things. One, a note from Dr. Maharin that
simply read, “Thanks for your help.” The note was wrapped around a check – for one
million dollars.
I’m not exactly sure what I did next. My secretary tells stories about me dancing
around, singing stuff like, “I don’t have to worry about money for a-while!” Maybe a lot
of “Holy Crap!” or “Jeezzzzz!!!!” So, yeah, it seemed that my first experience with the
“I don’t trust that Maharin guy. If you take a million dollars from him, you owe
him one.”
“Yeah, maybe, I don’t know. But this isn’t like Don Corelone or something.
I stopped, not saying another word. He kept going. “Remember working one
“Shut up.”
“No, you figured out their big problem. The lost coding of introns, I think you
called it.”
“Shut up man.”
“The head of that lab got a huge grant because of that. He even got to meet the
president. Big time shit. But did you get anything? Nope.”
Dave.”
Ryan paused. He stood and began to walk away, but he had one more thing to
say. “Just be careful.” He didn’t have to say, “Because people like this have used you in
the past.”
I think I yelled at him as he was walking away. “Just because it happened in the
past, that doesn’t necessarily mean anything bad could happen now, right? I mean, I had
no intention of working with Maharin’s bunch. I did a job, got out, and got paid. I could
easily say no to anything I didn’t want. Plenty of agencies and people had contacted me
already, and I’d said no to all of them. Hell, I said no to Maharin’s bunch a lot of times.
I only said yes because someone’s life was on the line, right?”
I thought I was right. No matter what, I was just going to chill for a while.
Nothing weird, nothing magical, just go to work, treat some dogs, keep a low profile.
This would blow over, especially with the protests, the changing work climate, and
thousands of people getting weird abilities. Well, most of them were just really strong, or
fast, or normal kinds of things like that, but still, no news agencies were hitting me for
That’s what I thought when a man in a suit came into my office. I thought he was
“That’s me.”
He handed me an envelope and took a picture of me. Then he turned and left my
office.
I wasn’t sure what to do for a moment. This felt really odd. But then I looked at
the envelope – it was from the Los Angeles Superior Court. It was a summons.
Chapter 11 – No one ever wants to be in Chapter 11
No one likes going to court. Obviously defendants don’t want to be there - they
could end up owing a ton of cash, tossed in jail, or at the very least stuck with hours of
community service. Plaintiffs wouldn’t be there unless they were hurt. Judges have a
tough job, and even if they think they’re doing a good deed, it has got to wear them out.
The court reporter has to type a billion words per minute, which sounds like a tough job
to me. Hell, even most lawyers would rather settle out of court, get paid, and be saved a
lot of time. I guess there’s the occasional ambulance-chaser, looking for a frivolous suit
to make a buck, but they’re only in court for long enough to settle.
I looked over my summons. The case was the Chiropractic Board of California
Looking over it more, this had to do with a patient undergoing a bypass, not
named but who could only be one Mr. Benjamin. Oddly enough, there was no mention
of Dr. Maharin or his institute on the page, or in any court document anywhere. There
was no way I was going into this fight alone, so I immediately called Maharin. I got
After a day of waiting, I got sick of waiting and drove right over to the Maharin
Institute.
It didn’t take me long to notice the differences from the last time I was here. For
starters, a chain-link fence with a green plastic sheet wrapped around the whole place.
The green stuff covered the building as well, along with some scaffolding. As I got
closer, I could hear the sounds of deconstruction – lots of smashing, though without the
I wasn’t going to let that stop me. “I need to talk to Dr. Maharin, it’s urgent.”
Without even thinking about it, I picked up the man with one hand and set up down to the
side.
Maybe I figured out super strength right then. I guess so. My skin didn’t crack or
anything. The weird thing was that the foreman didn’t seem surprised. He just checked
his list and said, “Oh, I didn’t know anymore workers were coming in today. What was
your name?”
“Worker, magic demolition specialist, whatever. You’ve got the muscle, we need
Playing along seemed like the proper course of action. “Thank you. I’m
“Yeah, I know that’s what they said, but he’s not here. I just need check you in,
“I don’t think I’m on your list. I didn’t give anyone my full name.”
This was met with a sigh. “Jeez, I’ve been getting this all day. Look, you can
trust us. We’re getting you a good job and we won’t report you to any black suits with
tin-foil hats. Just give me your info, and we’ll get you to work.”
“If he was, I’d have dragged his ass out here to do this shit a long time ago. Now
Walking away, I saw a few others heading toward the construction site. None of
them looked like your typical construction worker. Hell, most of them didn’t seem to
have exercised a day in their life, but if they could get a job, why not? See, even though
the construction industry made the adjustment pretty quickly, most other industries had a
hell of a time figuring out how to utilize magic. That led to fear. Fear leads to decreased
lead to 50 something overweight office stooges coming to this construction site because
they found out one day that they could lift a car.
Or maybe push a dumpster full of concrete slabs. I had to avoid a guy pushing a
twenty-foot steel cart full of that junk. He was only sweating a little.
I was sweating a lot that night. My lawyer sent me a summary of the charges
against me, and that left me with some hard reading despite the fact that he boiled it down
to a single page. I was being charged with practicing medicine without a license. Damn.
This was something I was afraid of, and wouldn’t have been a problem if I could find Dr.
hand. I guess I figured out that super strength means that stuff still feels heavy, even
though you can move it, and that fire makes your hand hot.
Still, I was more concerned with possibly losing my license, being fined a ton of
money, and just the uncertainty of court. I had done a pretty good job staying out of
court. I didn’t even go for sketchy patients that would require me to testify in court. I
passing through the metal detectors of the courthouse. My lawyers told me that this was
usually a short proceeding. They’d lay out the charges, we’d set up our defense, and a
judge would rule. Unless they could find more holes in the prosecution’s case, we
I still hadn’t heard a peep from Maharin. And this whole thing was his fault too.
He should be the one giving me a legal defense team, one that could pour over the case
“Hey, Dr. Shao. Try to relax. We’ll have better luck if you don’t look so angry.”
“Well, at the very least, the board’s going to ask for an injunction against magical
treatment of patients.”
“They’ll revoke your license, fine you every dollar you made through non-
Great.
My lawyer seemed a bit more hopeful. “We’ve got an ace up our sleeve though.”
Now, I’ve probably watched too many movies in my life, but what I saw
approaching me seemed almost too much cinematic to be real. Four men approached, all
in Armani suits, carrying thousand dollar briefcases, and marching in step. Each of them
held their head high, almost scoffing at every other lawyer around them. It was almost
like they knew they could sue you, take all your money, and you wouldn’t be able to do
“Hello, Dr. Shao. We represent the firm of Stanbeck and Glover. We’re here to
The only thing I could think of to say was, “Thank you.” Then they ushered me
inside. The judge and the Board’s attorneys seemed intimidated by my newly found legal
team. So did my lawyer. Hell, I was intimidated, but they were on my side.
I think.
The judge did the best job of hiding his emotion. He focused on a file as the
bailiff read in a monotone. “This court calls to order the case of the Chiropractic Board
of California versus one Doctor Steven Shao, DC. Being a non-criminal case, the
decision will be rendered by the honorable Judge Carl Moritz. If you wish further
pursuit, an appeal can be filed at the completion of this case. Do you have any
questions?”
I had lots of questions, but since my legal team shook their heads, I decided to just
The Judge turned to the prosecution. “You may present your case.”
The Prosecutor stood up and gave me a once-over. He had that look of a cop
who’d been on the beat a little too long. “Thank you, your honor. Today’s case is
simple. Dr. Shao here is either guilty of the charge of practicing medicine without a
license, or he’s just another scam artist trying to screw over the public for a quick buck.
There are no alternatives. I ask you to simply use your logic here today. I see he brings
an entire legal team to fight his war. Such a team must not be cheap.”
“Objection your honor. We are not on trial here.” My legal team was quick.
The Prosecutor blinked for a moment. “Uh, no your honor. That is all.” Then he
sat down. It almost seemed like he lost his confidence, but I didn’t care.
My lawyers all huddled for a moment. Then the leader of my new team stood.
“Hello, my name is Jeremiah Stanbeck and I know what you’re thinking. What is a big
time defense attorney like Jeremiah Stanbeck doing defending a simple case like this?
He must have been paid a lot of money. So, let me just end those thoughts now. My
associates and me are doing this free of charge. That is correct, we are completely pro
bono here today. Now, why would be passing up thousands of dollars for this? That’s
When Mr. Stanbeck sat down, he had everyone’s attention. I was sure impressed,
and I’m sure everyone else in the room felt the same way. Looking over the room
Dr. Maharin.
He smiled at me. I think I glared back. I mean, he could have contacted me days
ago. And yeah, I’m sure I’d be doing a lot worse without this legal team, but dude, a
The prosecutor’s voice snapped me back to the problem at hand. “Our case is
simple. According to these subpoenaed files, Dr. Shao was a treating physician for a
patient’s quadruple bypass surgery. Bank files indicate that he was paid one million
dollars for this surgery. This is beyond a Chiropractor’s scope of practice, as defined by
the state of California. Surgery is not allowed. These are the facts of the case, and they
cannot be challenged.”
Thing is, the Prosecutor was right. There was no way any legal finagling could
But Mr. Stanbeck was going to try. “Your honor, I submit to you pictures of the
patient, both before and after his procedure. What do you see?”
The Judge looked over the pictures and said, “I’m not sure what I’m looking for?”
“Both pictures look exactly the same. Just a man’s chest, the only difference is
“Do you see any sutures? Do you see any scars? No, you do not. And what
surgery can be performed without an incision? Now, Dr. Shao’s license allows him to
treat, but not to pierce the skin. I see no signs of pieced skin.”
“Objection, your honor. We will discuss this issue when we have Dr. Shao on the
stand.”
My legal team huddled. Then Mr. Stanbeck spoke. “The defense requests a short
recess.”
“Very well. We will return at 1:00 this afternoon for a continuation of these
Mr. Stanbeck whispered to me. “If you’re going onto the stand, you won’t be
answering any questions unless I’m the one asking you first, do you understand?”
“That’s right. We’ll call you up if we think we need it, but for now, let’s keep
He patted me on the shoulder and went to speak with the Prosecutor. Maybe he
was offering them an out or a deal. I didn’t really know how these things worked, but at
the moment, a little slap on the wrist or an injunction saying, “Don’t do that again,”
I found myself alone for a moment, but I had someone to speak to as well. I
dashed into the back and caught Dr. Maharin as he was about to exit. He turned and
spoke with a grin. “The legal team I assembled for you seems to be doing their job.”
“And now you finally show up. Just to watch the judge throw the book at me?
“My legal team will do their job. You have nothing to worry about. If necessary,
“Yeah, but that’s why I’m here. And those guys could have helped a lot more
three days ago. I wouldn’t even be here if you’d have gotten off your ass.”
thought, you know, the thought that tells you how to stay under control and not go
completely ape-shit? It was just for a second. Then my eyes burned, and would have
shot fire at him if they knew how. It was hard to keep my voice down, especially when I
needed to get my emotion across. Through clenched teeth, I said, “What the fuck are you
saying?”
“What I am saying is that there will be no deals or agreements. This trial will
The life of a pawn depends very little on the pawn itself. Alone, it waits to die
unless its general can marshal his forces and escort the pawn across the battlefield. It
cannot retreat. It cannot move to the side. And even if this march is successful, the pawn
merely dies, replaced by a more useful piece. True, in a group, it may have some value.
Standing in formation with its comrades, it forms part of an intimidating wall, but its
When Maharin told me that the trial was going according to plan, I knew that was
exactly what I was. I wanted to scream in his face, yell at the top of my lungs, unload all
Nothing came out. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open like an idiot.
After a few moments, Maharin turned away from me and strolled away.
The worst part of all this? I still had to wait three hours before getting my time in
court. Stupid trial recess. I didn’t see any of my team at lunch. They told me later that
they huddled up with Maharin to prep my defense or some crap like that, which left me
nothing to do but sit in the cafeteria and hit up the unlimited self-serve soda machine.
After my third cup, I noticed that I wasn’t the only one killing time with their
unlimited refills. There were others, though their drink of choice was usually coffee.
Most of them sat alone, mumbling to themselves about lawsuits, creditors, how she was a
mistake, or something about the stupid economy. One guy, though, seemed like the
only happy person in the room. He’d bounce about from table to table, chatting with
people, wishing them good luck, and generally being a welcome annoyance. His name
was Jonathan Bradford. I think he was 45 at the time, getting a bit of a gut, and as loud
as ever. And it wasn’t long before he ended up at my table. He introduced himself and
said to call him Brad. “So, what brings you here today?”
“Board’s trying to screw me, my lawyers are working their own angle, and all
“Screwed for doing the right thing. I hear you. I got the same thing, just
backwards. I’m suing my former employers for wrongful termination because I did the
right thing.”
“Ten thousand strong, except for the strong part. They’d rather do the wrong
Ah commiseration. “What got you fired from a church? Every time I hear of
“Heh. Nothing that fun, you won’t hear about me on TMZ. My job’s to speak the
“Well, I told them that having magical abilities isn’t a sin. That something
happened, and the world changed. It wasn’t because of demonic influences or spiritual
warfare. So, whether they have powers or not, it doesn’t mean anything. You still have
you use whatever gifts you have to serve God and love those around you. Just like what
“What?”
“You heard what I said. I know what you can do, what you did, and why you’re
here. It’s messed up that you’re getting into trouble for this, but unfortunately, it’ll
“How did you save Mr. Benjamin’s life?” Brad winked. He never was too open
about his magic. He patted me on the shoulder and stood up. “Chat with me anytime you
need to. I’d invite you to my church sometime, but I don’t seem to have one right now.”
I wasn’t quite done yet, however. I jumped up and chased after him. “Wait, so
“It’s more than that. See, a lot of people use verses against magic or sorcery to
say how people shouldn’t have magic gifts. Or maybe if they have them, they need to
refrain from using them, maybe because it’ll cause others, or god-forbid children, to
stumble in their faith. I told them this. What we call magic today is different from magic
back in the old, old days. There’s no weird sacrifices or rituals or wands or potions.
That’s worshiping some weird demi-god, and that’s not cool. But this ‘magic’ is merely
what we don’t understand. Something happens, it’s beyond our comprehension of the
world, so the media’s labeled it magic. But the truth is, there’s an explanation for
everything.”
For a second I though he mumbled at the end, “You just might not like it.”
why was Maharin the one talking with my legal team? Shouldn’t I be the one to defend
myself? This was beyond my comprehension for the time being, and there had to be an
I went back into the courtroom at 1:00. Maharin had his back turned, talking to
some of the lawyer guys. Stanbeck patted me on the shoulder and told me to sit tight and
that everything would work out. Then he walked away. No one else said a word to me.
The Judge seemed all business and pounded his gavel, calling us into session. “I
Stanbeck nodded. “Yes, your honor. I call our expert witness in the matter of
magic, Dr. John Maharin. He is the preeminent authority on these matters, a former
Dr. Maharin strolled into the witness bench. He looked the room over, eyeing
everyone from the prosecutors, to my legal team, and even those watching. For some
reason, everyone looked intimidated. Even my legal team seemed intimidated. Then
with a pleasant smile, he turned to the Judge. “First, I must congratulate you.”
“In ten years, this proceeding will be a case study in every law school across the
“Thank you, but case studies are usually from higher courts, not simple hearings.”
“But this is a special case. You have the opportunity to interpret laws which have
But the Judge didn’t seem to mind. “I’ll allow it, but what is your point, Mister…
Doctor. Maharin.”
“Your honor, laws are written with the best of intentions, but it is quite impossible
for legislators to predict changes in technology. For example, the Federal Government
set limits on computers, limiting the amount of processing power in electronic exports.
Not long after, they found that a Playstation, a simple child’s toy, easily exceeded this
limit. Today, even my cell phone possesses more power than this.”
“We are not speaking about technology. This case is about legality of treatment
“No, we are speaking today about the basic human right to be allowed to do what
we are physically able to accomplish. There are no laws governing the will of a man to
test his own limits. If he wishes to climb a mountain, this is not illegal, nor should it be.
In the same way that technology allows a man to fly, magic allows mankind a whole new
set of avenues.”
“Yes, but a mountain climber may still be fined for negligence if his actions result
“That is true, and if there was negligence performed, this would be a malpractice
case. But there was not. Mr Benjamin is alive and well today because of the actions of
Dr. Shao. The best medical professionals assisted and supervised the procedure. And
you must remember the oath of doctors to treat those in need. A man was dying and Dr.
Shao saved him using every skill he possessed. Is that not the duty of every doctor?”
They were sure letting Maharin talk a lot. I thought there was supposed to be
Maharin was just getting warmed up. “The facts of this case are simple. Legally,
Dr. Carter was the surgeon, Dr. Shao assisted. Truthfully, Dr. Shao was the surgeon, Dr.
Carter assisted. The legality issue is only important because of obsolete laws created by
those with little knowledge of the medical advances now possible. The prosecution
challenges this legality because their job is to protect the commerce of those in control.
Well, that’s their job. They do it very well. Unfortunately, their job impairs progress,
and this is a progress which will occur whether you rule in our favor or not.”
“What exactly do you mean? This ruling only affects Dr. Shao.”
“Do you honestly believe that across the whole globe, there will only be one
doctor with the magical abilities to enhance his abilities? Or perhaps there are others
who will heal and then be regarded as gods. A ruling that Dr. Shao is allowed to
incorporate his magic into his practice allows this to be regulated by the government and
placed into mainstream society. A ruling against magical healing arts pushes honest
practitioners into the wild. Now, if they were all charlatans, this would not be a major
concern. Truth would be told eventually. But the truth in this matter is that Dr. Shao did
heal the patient. He did repair a condition that was untreatable by any other means. And
if you push the truth into the outlaw realms, the public will follow that truth and become
outlaws as well.”
My legal team huddled together. I just sat and watched. I guess this was Maharin’s plan,
and I was just his pawn to get it done. There were more discussions that afternoon, but
nobody remembers them. Hell, I sure don’t. I do remember having to come back a few
Those were a couple of crappy days. No one knew if I could work or not, and my
lawyers weren’t very forthcoming, probably because they didn’t know anything either. I
Apparently that’s all anyone else cares about as well. During the original
hearings, there was like nobody watching from the seats. For the verdict, the place was
packed, and not just the room, the whole courthouse was packed. I had to squeeze
through a crowded hall just to get to the room. Reporters barraged me with questions.
“How do you feel about being on trial?” “Were you unfairly singled out?” “What do
seemed to be able to move the pile of humanity and get through. Inside, I saw Ryan,
Kevin, and Rachel. They’d come to offer moral support, and a little “insurance” just in
I didn’t ask if he used a fireball to move people around to get inside. Maybe he
should have used one to get people to shut up. I know they weren’t supposed to be
asking me questions while I sat in the defendant’s penalty box, but I guess reporters don’t
really care. I could barely hear the bailiff when he said, “All rise.” It took a few loud
“Order! Order! You will all settle down or I will hold you in contempt.”
Just then, I noticed Maharin stroll into the room. The crowd didn’t seem to give
him any trouble. In fact, aside from myself, I don’t know if anyone noticed him. Oh, and
Once the room settled down, the Judge cleared his throat and read from piece of
paper. “I thought long and hard about this case last night. Dr. Maharin is correct when
he says that although simple, this case and this decision will affect a vast array of
policies, especially affecting magic and the workplace. The words I speak today will be
analyzed for the next decades in every single case involving legality of magical abilities.
Now the letter of the law is simple. In his scope of practice, Dr. Shao cannot
pierce the skin for any therapeutic technique. But what does that truly mean? If he
instruments used to perform surgery or injections of any kind. I see none of that in this
case, and so my ruling is simple. The defendant is not guilty. All of his therapy was
performed by his hands, the literal definition of Chiropractic. Therefore, case dismissed.”
Instantly, the room erupted in noise. Some cheered, others yelled things that I
couldn’t quite make out, but would have gotten them kicked off most message boards.
The prosecution hung their heads. My team shook each other’s hands. They didn’t shake
A few whacks of the gavel settled down the crowd once again. The Judge set
down his paper and said, “Now, I know this isn’t the last you’ll hear of cases like this. I
wouldn’t be surprised of the Appellate panel looks this over. It might even get Federal
recognition. But my thoughts are now part of the record. I’m done here. Any questions
you might have are answered in my brief. As for you, Dr. Shao, I’m afraid that over the
next few years, you might be asked to answer a lot more questions like these.”
Damn.
Chapter 13 – You can’t stop life
I was hoping that life could return to normal once the trial ended. Maybe just for
a little bit, even a week of normal Los Angeles life would have been nice. Thing is,
normal no longer existed. Normal meant flomping on my couch with a 2 liter of Coke, a
bag of Cheetos, and a ballgame, xbox, or something. Now, the only thing I could stare at
in my house was the reactor. Its sprawl wasn’t too exciting to look at, but even when I
watched a little TV, I still felt bored. Sports leagues all over the world folded or sat on
“indefinte hiatus” generally because of magically powered athletes. The news spit out
nothing but bad news, mostly involving magic. Slow transitioning industries couldn’t
keep up with this “new advance,” putting a lot of people on unemployment. True, the
number sat around 10%, not good but not terrible, yet the news made it feel like the end
of the world.
And they all thanked magic for all of this. As much as I hated this, how could I
argue? A big bulldozer moves tons of dirt, but costs millions. The average strength spell
gives you the ability to lift about 1000 pounds. Get a few guys like that with big shovels,
pay them 20 bucks an hour, and you’ve done the same thing with a lot less cost and a lot
more accuracy. That lowers demand for bulldozers and gas, and pink-slips those
workers. Or on a smaller scale, roadside auto repair shops opened up. Want an oil
change and tire rotation? No problem. One guy would lift the car and set it on blocks, or
just hold it up while they rotated the tires. It was way more jiffy than Jiffy Lube.
With this and all other affected industries, businesses complained like crazy,
filing injunctions and lawsuits. They did their job, shutting down a lot of the startups.
Then again, chasing a couple guys with shovels and wrenches proved to be a bit tough for
the LAPD, especially when some can run 50 miles an hour. So, the reality of this whole
The government saw this and held hearings of their own. I guess they’re not as
clueless as talk show hosts think. Committees looked around for any authorities on this
subject who could give any recommendations on policy. Maharin sat on top of every list,
just like he wanted. He strutted into every packed room and gave his usual speech, titled
the “You can’t stop life” address by the press. He didn’t really say anything that I
haven’t written already, and would always drive home the fact that regulation would be
the solution to this problem. Oh, and that he could manage this regulation.
Looking back, they really weren’t so bad. They weren’t all just musty, old rooms
filled with musty, old men as I described it back then. They flew me out, paid my
housing, and the capitol buildings all looked pretty nice. The politicians honestly seemed
to want to know something. A few of them had their own agenda, but most were too
confused to make any kind of agenda. I probably was a big jerk, grumbling through all
Rachel didn’t mind nearly as much. Being one of the only university professors
dedicated to this field, she got called in not too far after me. She always seemed cheery
as the senators or whoever would stare down at her. A common question was, “What can
“That’s easy. It can’t be done.” She would say that with a smile.
Now, the senators would lower their glasses or stand. “We have heard dozens of
testimonies from experts who have created their own systems for organizing abilities.
Projection, abilities that involve energy or matter traveling away from the wizard.
Ablation, the vaporization of objects like stone. Alteration, the changing of normal
processes such as strength or speed.” I think Maharin said something like this.
“No, and I will tell you why. These systems all organize magic along lines
“Magic fundamentally does not follow the laws of the natural world. Newtonian
physics, quantum mechanics, gravity, things are magic because they violate these laws.
Thus, organization based upon these same laws is foolish. We need to first understand
the laws of magic. Only then can any summaries or organizational system be created.
Otherwise, we might as well just use a writer’s fantasy and place ourselves in Hogwarts
The Senators frowned. They wanted to yell, that’s what they were good at doing.
However, it was hard to do that without sounding like an idiot later. Finally, someone
“At this time, I have none to report.” Her administration hated it when she said
that.
am being honest with you. Research takes time. We will have the answers, just not
today.”
The politicians wanted more than her conservative research approach. Anyone
with proven magical skills found their way onto every subpoena list. They could forget
about their normal lives for a while, though the expert witness fees usually got them more
money than they’d normally make. Unfortunately, the only doctor who used magic for
his practice was me. Yeah, I got a thousand a day or more to answer questions, mostly
on the line of, “I really don’t know.” I should have been thankful.
Shoulda, woulda, pleh… it sucked. The worst part was that they were all the
same. Imagine having to answer a question that you didn’t have the answer for. Then
imagine doing that every day for six months. Hell, they’d pay you to answer it. They’d
offer you more to make something up. I’m sure a lot of people made up whatever they
could. That probably led to me getting more subpoenas since at least they knew I’d be
honest. Pleh.
There was only one hearing that I really remember. It was with the North Dakota
legislature, way off in the boonies. I think the state senator’s name was Peterson. He
was an old cop Republican who wanted some answers. I did my best, and he appreciated
my honesty. But then he surprised me. “There have been a series of robberies in Fargo.
“We’ve got no other explanations. Since you’re not from these parts, let me give
you the nuts and bolts. Citibank HQ has suffered a number of break-ins over the past two
years. Millions, maybe billions have been stolen. They’re smart thieves too. They
wiped out all their tracks and nothing physical ever goes missing. It’s like, poof, funds
“Nope, they hit sealed, internal networks, completely isolated from the web. No
wifi, no firewalls, nothing. Only way to get in would be from the inside.”
“That’s what we thought until we checked the tapes. Nobody went in, nobody
hid, nobody sneaking around. We only see cameras blurring a bit every now and then,
exactly where the computers get hit. It’s almost like someone walked through the walls,
zapped the cameras, and did some hacking. Now, you wouldn’t happen to know anyone
I noticed every eye locked onto me. They knew I could phase through a body.
They wanted to know if I could phase through more. “Let’s cut the bullshit. You want to
know if I can walk through solid steel into a bank vault. The answer is that I have no
“Dr. Shao, there’s not ten people on the entire earth could have pulled off a stunt
like this. But you here are one man who could have done this.”
“Just because I might be physically capable of this robbery, that does not mean
that I committed the crime. There are more people capable of magic like this.”
The senators glared at me, but there was nothing to see. I didn’t know who
robbed the banks, but after all the crap those jerks put us through in 2008, I can’t say I
was surprised. Maybe if I’d thought of it, I’d have waltzed into their vaults and taken
stacks of cash, or something like that. I just had no clue how to pull off an Oceans 11
heist like that one. Still, after that day, I had a bad feeling that this would continue to be
a problem.
I found out one day at the office. Pet patients filled the waiting room, and their
owners barked more than they did. “It’s impossible to get an appointment! Why isn’t the
doctor in more? Doesn’t he know how to run a business? I don’t care what your excuse
All of them kept making appointments. There were a lot of these. I kind of think
I had just finished with one guy’s dog and was walking them to the front when
she decided that she’d had enough. She jumped into my face and yelled, “I don’t know
what your deal is, but you’re going to listen to me. My precious has been in horrible
agony for the past two weeks. I have been calling every day, but there hasn’t been an
Her ‘precious’ little Chihuahua seemed plenty healthy enough to bark at every
“No!”
The Chihuahua lady snorted at me. “No one ever picks up when I call.”
By now, the barking was deafening. I noticed a suit standing next to me. He said
something, but I couldn’t hear a word. “Sorry, you’ll have to wait here or make an
I could hear the Chihuahua lady. “Look at my little precious! She hasn’t been
herself for days. She used to run around and sniff and shake her cutesy little touché. She
was the sweetest thing, always so cute and loveable. But now, she limps around and just
lays on the ground. You have to help her. I know you can do something if you just take
The suit tried to say something else, but the barking and the Chihuahua lady
drowned him out. I think my secretary tried to say something too, but it didn’t get
Just like that, all the dogs stopped barking and the Chihuahua Lady closed her
mouth. The dogs laid down in complete submission and the Lady sat down.
When the FBI speaks, people listen. As I led the Fed into my office, the patients
started to squawk again. A few seconds later, they quieted down. I think my secretary
told them about the FBI guy, and they all decided to shut up and pray that I wouldn’t be
Inside my office, the Fed was brief. “I am here to obtain a sample of your DNA.
If you willingly provide the sample, this will be a quick visit. If not, I will be forced to
A set of forms sat in front of me so I could sign off that I understood. “Whoa,
“You are accused of a serious crime by the simple fact that you are capable given
your magical skills. However, if your DNA does not match our sample, you will be
exonerated.”
“Let me get this straight. You found a DNA sample at a crime scene, and now
you’re going to test me just because my abilities seem to indicate that I’d be able to
“That is correct.”
would be definitely something that the ACLU or any other civil rights attorney would
protect me against in a second. But at the time, I was sick of dealing with institutes or
The Fed swabbed my cheek with a giant q-tip, sealed it in an evidence bag, and
left without a word. Unfortunately, that still left me with an office full of impatient
patients. Fortunately, I figured out a way to distract them. The conversation would start
Of course, once I said that, they’d do nothing but try to get me to discuss that
matter. And I’d avoid the question like a good politician. Watching them in all those
hearings taught me the art quite well. The patients would usually stick on this topic all
the way to the end of their treatment. Hey, it beat listening to their complaints.
And I didn’t want to listen to that stuff any more. Flying off to testify only to
return to annoyed patients was exhausting. I was tired. I was also sick of dealing with all
this junk. Why couldn’t I just have a normal life and go to work, get paid, and live with
my 1.5 kids and golden retriever? Or maybe just spend a night trying to bring down the
At least I didn’t have to sit in the reactor. I guess that’s a little bit of good news,
to something like omgwtfbbq! when I opened the door. It was the Fed. And he had
friends. The friends wore dark suits and had flashy lights on top of their identical black
sedans.
I used to always joke about this. I’d say to my lawyer friends, “Hey, when the
cops haul me off, you’re going to get me out of prison right? You’ll defend me for free,
right?” They’d laugh, because we all knew that it’d never happen.
And we’d never be able to lift cars and walk on walls either.
I never really thought about what would happen if they ever really knocked on my
door with guns in hand, but I never thought I’d freeze and just stand there with my mouth
“We would like to search your house, Mr. Shao. We have a search warrant.” He
wasn’t really asking. There are no questions when the FBI has a warrant. The Fed
shoved a piece of paper into my hands and pushed past my semi-zombied form. Other
Later, I read the search warrant, granting the FBI the right to search my home for
any evidence of financial theft, numbering in the hundreds of millions. It didn’t take long
Instantly, all guns pointed right at my head and cuffs went around my wrists.
“You better get in here. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“Is it a valuable?”
That’s the effect that the reactor had on the FBI. They stared at it like a bunch of
idiots. They called in LAPD, ATF, and anyone else they could. Those people all stared
at it like a bunch of idiots. Pictures went out to Langley, not that anyone there had any
clue as well. Finally, they came to me. “What the hell is that thing?”
“Yeah, what the hell is that? And how’d you get it inside? And where’d you
steal it from? I mean, you can’t buy stuff like that at Walmart.”
“Why don’t you answer this for me first? What are you doing raiding my house?
“We’re just serving a warrant. Agent Daly’s the one in charge here. Blame
Washingtion.”
Agent Daly, the Fed who visited me in my office, came out of my house and
asked the question of the day, “What the hell is that thing?”
I wasn’t very cooperative. “Hey, I did your damn DNA test. Why the hell are
you here?”
“The DNA test had… inconsistencies. Now, what the hell is that thing?”
The sight of ATF agents entering my house with giant clampy tools pulled my
attention away from Agent Daly. “Hey, where are you dumbasses going with those? Get
No one heard Agent Daly. All the agents and cops turned their attention to
something else - the entire house and all of their cars now surrounded in a dancing, ten-
is the Firewalker. You are holding an innocent man. Lower your weapons, uncuff him
It felt nice to see the Agent’s look of shock and awe when they stared at the fire. I
think Ryan made the flames dance a little more than usual just for the psychological
effect. Agents dashed around, looking for the keys to the cuffs, and Daly actually spent
Unfortunately, that might have been the end of the good news. Agent Daly said,
“We’re looking for something worth hundreds of millions of dollars. I think we found it,
whatever it is.”
“I’ll show it to you. Steve can chill here.” Ryan took Daly inside. He knew I
wasn’t about to cooperate, so he played tour guide. “This is one of the most advanced
pieces of medical technology in the world. It’s a skin regenerator, and it’s very important
“This is all his brother’s stuff. Dave’s the big MIT research prof who figured all
this out.”
“And where did brother Dave get this? It looks like it costs millions.”
“I really don’t know. It just showed up one day, and people set up it.”
“Yeah.”
And that’s how I got kicked out of my own house. Daly said it’d have to be this
way until my trial at the very least. The cops set up a perimeter around my house and
gave me a few minutes to pack up some clothes. They blinked when I carried out a pile
of stuff as tall as me. I blinked when I saw Ryan do the same from the backhouse. The
good news was that he’d figured out super strength. The bad news was that he too was
“Yeah, but we’re the good guys. It’s now always easy being the good guys.”
Ryan went to crash on Kevin’s couch. Kev offered me his floor or any space I
could find, but I passed and got a hotel. I wanted a little space, but more than that, I
didn’t want to be talking about magic all night. Yeah, I didn’t have my reactor. But that
also meant that I had a good excuse not to phase. Hey, this was as good of a reason as
any to keep my abilities under wraps. I could afford a hotel, and this would all pan out. I
Then my phone rang. It was Rachel. “Oh my god! Ryan just told me what
happened!”
“Yeah. I’m not sure how they even knew the reactor was there.”
“They subpoenaed all my notes a few days ago. I wrote about the reactor and
how, uh, it’s necessary. I didn’t publish it or anything though, and I’m not sure how they
even got a subpoena for my notes. We’re getting railroaded here or something. I’m not
“Well, let me know when you figure out. I’m going to sleep.”
Click. Yeah, I hung up on her, but I didn’t want to discuss this. If magic was
My friends did a good job of not leaving me alone. Even though I hermited away
in my hotel, they’d call me up and get dinner with me, and they kept an eye on my case.
Honestly, they probably kept me informed. I kind of ignored my lawyer, but Ryan and
Rachel gave me summaries about all that was going down. Unfortunately, Rachel had a
good point as well. “How exactly did Dave get the reactor?”
“You know damn well that he’d steal in a second. He did it to me.”
Oh well, I guess I had to tell her. “Remember when I did research that summer
with my brother?”
“But?”
“But I figured out how to recombine a few of them to make proteins. It was a
huge breakthrough. The NIH paid out a ton of money to continue this research.”
“Except.”
“Except, fucking Dave took all the credit for it, didn’t even mention me, and rode
my research all the way to the top. He offered me a position with him, but after getting
Rachel got quiet, like she was thinking. Then she said, “I think that happens a lot
in universities. Professors take credit even if it was the idea of their grunts.”
“Yes. But why would Dave be helping you like Robin Hood now? Well, if that’s
what he’s doing. He’d have to know that he’d get caught. Even if he was feeling guilty,
“600 million?”
“That’s what the FBI estimates as the cost of the reactor. Unfortunately, that
makes it a big problem even if they believe that you weren’t in on it. They’ll probably
try to say that you must have known something was wrong with something that
valuable.”
from her. It was something different, not like the flash between her and Ryan when he
touched her shoulder after she told me, “Sorry. This has got to be hard.”
It was hard. As good as a four-star hotel room insulates against the stress of the
world, let’s be honest. You always know what’s going on, even if you try to lie to
yourself. Especially when you’re in a different city, like a few weeks later when I had to
go to Washington. I got myself a sweet five-star suite, probably a place that diplomats
everywhere would put on their country’s tab, possibly the fanciest place I’d ever stayed.
I still couldn’t sleep. I laid there all night on 1000 count sheets, thoughts swirling
around what would happen. What if I got thrown into prison? Could I really phase
through the bars and just walk out of there? They couldn’t hold me, right? But then
what? Still, I was innocent, right? I didn’t take their money, and I didn’t really know if
Speaking of Dave, why wasn’t he charged? That thought stuck in my head the
longest. It was still on the top of my mind when I wandered into court the next day. My
lawyer met me outside the courtroom. “Jeez, you look like hell. I told you to get some
sleep.”
“Look, I don’t want you to freak out in court, so I’m going to tell you now.
theft.”
He was surprised when I didn’t freak out. I was probably just too tired. “If I’m
“I’m ok with that.” That surprised my lawyer as well. Maybe not as much as
when Stanbeck and his crew took over my last trial. Compared to that one, a lot of things
were different. For starters, there were armed guards everywhere. Second, there was the
grand jury, a group of guys who actually wanted to do jury duty. As I looked at their
One thing was similar. Maharin. He sat in the back, just like last time. He
acknowledged me with a nod, but the look on his face seemed like he was watching a ball
game.
Oh, one last difference. Dave. He sat in the back and nodded at me when I went
Overall, this day in court felt a lot harsher than my last one. Fewer words were
said, but the tone felt brief and condemning. The Prosecutor merely said this. “We will
let the pictures speak for themselves. Dr. Shao has hundreds of millions of dollars in
Agent Daly talked everyone through those pictures. He even gave a price
breakdown. “This here is fiber-optic wire, a heavy-duty gauge. It runs 5 dollars per
linear foot. Not bad, but that fat, red one is some serious wire. 1000 dollars a foot,
capable of delivering enough electricity to power a hundred city blocks, and you see three
of them.”
“And why would you need so much power?” asked the Prosecutor.
This went on for a while. At the end, Agent Daly’s price tag was 125 million, and
that’s just what they knew about. Another 400 to 500 million was allocated for the cold
It didn’t look good for me. The Judge turned to my lawyer and said, “There
appears to be enough evidence for a trial. I am ready to move onto bail unless you have
My lawyer had one shot. “We have issues with the very issuance of the search
The court swore in a DNA expert and my PCR gel went up on a screen. It took
him a few minutes to explain how DNA can be “cut” with different enzymes and run on a
gel where big, heavy pieces move less than small, light pieces. This is usually just called
a gel. Since everyone’s DNA is slightly different, it forms a “fingerprint” that can
“Now, tell me about those two areas? What do the lines mean?”
“Alone, nothing. But compare them with the gel from the crime scene.” Another
blot went up. The lines in those areas did not match at all. “This seems to indicate that
Dr. Shao and the perpetrator are not the same person.”
My lawyer stood tall and confident. “So let me be certain here. You are saying
“That is unclear?”
“Excuse me? But you just said that area one and two seems to exonerate my
client.”
“Yes, but look here.” The expert highlighted a tiny line on my gel, perfectly
matched by a tiny line on the crime scene sample. “Now this line here is intriguing. In
all our years of DNA testing, this line has never appeared. This could indicate a match.”
DNA evidence not be used as a final say in this case, but that there is sufficient cause for
Damn. That was our best chance. The rest of the proceedings went quickly. “We
request that bail be denied due to the magnitude of this case.” Thank you Mr. Prosecutor.
But then a voice came out from the back of the room. “I think the defense would
like me to speak.” It was Dave, and he started walked towards the witness box even
Dave went onto the witness bench and they swore him in. “Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”
My lawyer stood and tried to look confident, but I knew he was just as confused
“That I am. I’m the other Dr. Shao, the one who works at MIT.”
“That I do. This case isn’t really about my brother, is it? I mean, you’re accusing
him of harboring stolen merchandise, but you’ll probably get some kind of plea deal and
make him testify against me, so I’m just going to save you the trouble and come up here
now.”
“That’s Dr. Shao.” The judge didn’t like that. He liked it even less when Dave
“You are quite close to spending the night in jail. This is your final warning.”
“I don’t give a damn. You’re going to have that guy over there slap cuffs on me
“No, your honor. I’m trying to confess to ripping off Citibank for 740 million
dollars.” Everyone froze in place. I guess it didn’t totally surprise me, like I had been
talking about this possibility with Ryan and Rachel, but I didn’t expect it to come out like
this. Yet, Dave seemed completely nonchalant about all this. “You need me to repeat
professionally, speak when asked, shut up when told, and if they don’t play nice, they get
tossed behind bars for contempt. This works for the most part, so long as everyone’s
“Did you dumbshits hear me? I’m the one who took Citibank for 500 million.”
The whole courtroom seemed unsure what to do next. Everyone just stared at Dave in
complete shock as he smirked on the stand. Well, I heard Maharin also looked relaxed,
Finally, the Judge spoke up. “Bailiff, please take Dr. David Shao into custody.”
“Relax, your honor. I’m not going anywhere. Wouldn’t you like a few of your
“Why wait. Go for it, prosecutor-guy. What would you like to know?”
The Judge paused a moment. Then he blinked and sat back in his seat. “Very
well, I’ll allow it. Make sure all this goes on the record. And for you, Dr. Shao, be
“Tonight, you guys are going to walk me into a cell, but that’ll be later. Go
ahead, prosecutor-dude.”
The Prosecutor gathered his notes and whispered to his team. My lawyer leaned
to me and said, “This is really unusual, but at least it looks like you’re free.” I didn’t
really say anything. Confusion over Dave’s actions, both before and now, along with
conflicted emotions and uncertainty over the fact that my case might be over – these
Finally, the Prosecutor stood, hands full of notes. “Hello, Dr. Shao.”
“Go?”
“Very well, Go.” The Prosecutor cracked a grin as he said that. “First off, why
are you doing this? You don’t have to talk now, especially with no representation.”
“I’d have to talk sooner or later. Why wait? Besides, I’d like the credit for my
actions.”
Then the Prosecutor asked his first real question. “Did you deliver what Dr.
“Yes, I did. Guilty as charged. And oh, he had no idea how I got it, or if it was
“But, Mr. Go, certainly he must have known. It’s worth 600 million dollars.”
“Actually, it only cost me 431 million. I took a few extra bucks, just in case, but
if Citi’s claiming 600 million in losses, you Fed boys are getting the boondoggle again.”
The Prosecutor’s colleagues scribbled notes as Dave said this. One of the
colleagues said this as he wrote, “431 mill for the reactor, whatever it is.”
“Ah, whatever it is. I was expecting that one first. Guess you dumbasses don’t
care about progress. You don’t even care that you’ve just taken the first glimpse at the
future of medical technology in America, fuck, the world. This is a full body epithelial
regenerator, or for you plebes, it replaces your skin. If someone gets burned over 90% of
their body? No problem. Get a DNA sample, park their butt in there for a few hours, and
For the first time on the stand, my brother’s arrogance cracked a bit. “You’ll have
to ask him that. It’s not for me to say.” His cocky smile came back a moment later. “It’s
“Oh, that was nothing. I just walked in and did my thing on the computers. Not a
“You just walked in? Mr. Go, the location you’re talking about is one of the most
secure financial locations in the world. Guards watch the facility 24 hours a day. Every
electronic measure defends against all forms of wireless access. The computers
themselves sit behind a 4-foot steel vault. Every worker undergoes a search before both
entering and exiting. The FBI would be proud of a facility such as this. Nobody can just
walk in.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hey, I’m Go. There’s nowhere I can’t go. You can call me Mr. Go too, if you
want.”
The Judge turned to Dave and stared him down. “Do you expect us to believe
The Bailiff and a group of heavily armed guards ran to the witness bench and
surrounded my brother. “Take it easy,” said Dave. He stood and put his arms behind his
“Put the leg irons on him too. If this man is anything near what he claims, we
The Judge’s order was carried out in an instant. Just like that, Dave was locked
up in 15 pounds of steel.
“That took him long enough, the judge must be losing it,” mumbled my lawyer.
Even locked up, Dave stayed as cocky as ever. “Don’t you want to know how I
beat your estimate? I hired this company down in Vietnam to make my wires. Cost ten
percent what you found, and probably better stuff too. Who does your shopping? Oh,
speaking of money, don’t bother looking for the last 69 million. You’ll never find it. But
look into Citi’s claim, cause they’re using me as a writeoff. I mean, I’m ok being an
expense, but if you’re going to blame me for a hundred and seventy million, I want the
cash.”
Dave didn’t shut up one bit as they were dragging him out. “Hey, court reporter.
Make sure you get this. They’re going to lock me up, but there’s no way I’m spending
the night in jail. Got that? There’s no way Go’s going to spend the night in jail.”
SLAM. The guards closed the door behind them as they took my brother away.
Silence filled the courtroom. The Judge took a deep breath and turned to me. “It seems
I exhaled and said, “Thank you.” But I’m not even sure what was going through
“However, there is still the issue of the stolen items, or rather the items purchased
with stolen funds. Until the court decides what to do with those, your house will be
considered seized property. If you attempt to force your way back in, you will be
“Your honor,” said my lawyer. “My client’s home is not and has never been
“Yes, but according to documents from the FBI, there is no feasible way to
Let’s see, the only way to get the reactor out would be to phase it through the
walls. However, if I phased it, I’d have to get back in or else I’d look like a freak.
Unfortunately, at that point, the thing would be on a truck and headed to spend its days
next to Indiana Jones’s Ark of the Covenant. So, I just said, “You’ll have to ask my
Yeah, about that custody thing, Dave wasn’t making it easy on the Feds. First,
they took him to a holding cell where a bunch of prisoners waited for processing. Not a
very fancy room, just a bare concrete box with concrete benches for inmates to sit and
wait behind bars. This was the holding cell for white-collar criminals, and pretty much
everyone here just sat with fear plastered on their faces. Aside from Dave, no one wore
leg irons.
And aside from Dave, everyone was quiet. “Come on, what is this, club Fed?
Surround me with a bunch of guys who skipped on their taxes? Ooo, I’m scared now. At
No problem, the Feds took him to a holding cell filled with the guys they got from
Federal drug busts. Dave still didn’t shut up. “Now this is more like it. Gangbangers,
murderers, drug dealers, maybe there’ll even be a fight. I’m sure someone here’s got a
Actually, there were members of four rival gangs in the cell that night, but like
nobody’s crazy enough to start a brawl in the holding cell. Cameras sit everywhere,
there’s nowhere to run, and armed guards stand like ten feet away. Prisoners want to be
known as crazy mofos you don’t want to mess with, but not till they get to the big house.
Dave didn’t get that memo. “Come on, you pussies. This is boring as shit. Tell
you what, anyone who wants a shot, go ahead and hit me. I’m all locked up, I can’t fight
Initially, no one really wanted to hit him. But after a few minutes, he’d managed
to piss off a few big boys. “Yo, shut the fuck up, you Chink.”
“Yeah, come over here and shut me up, you fucking racist. Or do you got the
affiliations, all came over to beat the crap out of my brother. This was nothing new to
those boys, they’d done the beatdown a lot of times. Everyone cleared out of their way.
Not Dave. He didn’t show a bit of fear, actually, he looked excited. This worried
them. See, normally, these guys would just run over and start swinging, but because
Dave seemed totally nuts, they stopped in front of him and stared him down.
Dave looked up and smirked. “Alright, big boy, here’s the game. Each of you
gets one shot. Punch, kick, whatever… Surprise me. If you knock me out, you win. If
not, you’re a pussy who can’t even drop a defenseless a-hole who’s all locked up. You
game?”
WHAM! A big right hand spun Dave’s head around and he fell off his seat. A
collective shout filled the room as he went down. The big boy slapped a few high fives
“You can do better than that.” The whole room gasped as Dave got up and sat
back on the bench. “Alright the score is men, zero. Pussies, one. Who’s next?”
The next guy took a second to get into a fighting stance. Then, WHAM, he
slammed his boot into Dave’s face. This time, Dave slumped onto the bench. For a
moment, the room oooed and ahhed about the knockout, but these became whoops and
Now, the guards also gathered near the bars to watch the show. Dave wiped a bit
of blood from his mouth onto his sleeve and looked good as new. “Alright, two strikes.
charged. But at the last moment, he stepped to the side and headbutted the wall. The
wall lost. He must have known some kind of steel-skull spell because he left a nice dent
in the concrete. Then he looked at Dave and said, “You got a big mouth.”
WHAM! A massive headbutt slammed into Dave’s head, coming down with
enough force to shatter his concrete seat. Everyone huddled around, trying to get a look
at his body, now lying on the ground surrounded by chunks of concrete. Whispers
started. “Is he dead? Dude, no one gets up from that.” Whispers became yells. Yells
became a roar.
“Alright, that’s enough. Everyone settle down. I said settle down, now!” That
was the Warden. A commotion always got his attention, and he was not the sort of man
who would put up with this. His voice boomed through the room and the inmates
scattered to the sides. Then the door opened with a buzz and he entered. Although a
small man, his demeanor demanded respect. And if that wasn’t enough, then the machine
gun wielding guards by his side would have to pick up the slack.
Dave lay in a bloody sprawl when the Warden entered, but as before, he sat up
and wiped the blood off onto his sleeve. Then he stood up, looking good as new. “Hey,
The Warden glared into Dave’s smirk. “You’re a troublemaker, aren’t you?”
“This is prison. Federal lockup, not just any Barney Fife county jail, this is the
big house. This is where you will stay for a very long time.”
“No, this is where you’ll try to keep me for a very long time, but I’ll split when
I’m ready.”
The Warden got right into Dave’s face. “You are a troublemaker.”
The guards grabbed Dave and whisked him through processing, with all the nasty
stuff that’s been told in other books and movies. All the time, Dave ripped on the guards,
“You better watch me close. You don’t want me to split on your watch.” So, the guards
put him into a bright, orange jumpsuit and chained him to a cart.
The Warden checked the locks and nodded with approval. “Put him in the hole.
They locked an electronic ankle bracelet onto Dave. A guard said, “Don’t even
think about taking this off. Not that it’ll matter, you foot will come off way before this
thing.”
Word spreads fast in prison. As they wheeled Dave past the cells, the prisoners
all whooped and hollered at him. Some cheered his defiance, others mocked his
The Warden hated excitement. He personally watched over the scene as the
guards led Dave into a windowless room. Then they leashed him to the wall, chaining
him up like a wild animal. Finally, they closed a set of inner and outer bars. The Warden
pee?”
For once, Dave seemed impressed. “This must be your best cage. I’m honored.”
“Oh, speaking of that, did they tell you what to call me?”
And just like that, Dave was gone. It didn’t matter how closely they watched,
none of them saw a thing. In a fraction of a second, the room was empty. Well, not
empty. The jumpsuit was neatly folded on the floor. The chains sat on top in a neat coil,
The guards ran to the door, but the Warden stopped them. “No! This guy might
be able to throw illusions or something. I’ve planned for this.” He hit a button and a grid
of lasers shot throughout the cell. “There’s nowhere for you to hide. Come on out.”
“What?”
“Get me IR.”
A couple guards ran to the cell with infrared goggles and they looked over the
area. “Nobody can hide their heat. Anything they touch will show a mark.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fire at will. I don’t care how tough or sneaky you are. These guns leave a
mark.”
So they fired over and over, filling the cell with smoke and scattering loose beads
all over the floor. And that’s how the room looked when Maharin showed up. He was
brought in by the Justice Department as an authority, since they needed someone with
magical know-how. Maharin looked over the room and asked, “Has the door been
“No, sir.”
“He’s not in there. You’ve all been pretty thorough with this.”
None of the guards liked this, especially the Warden. “If there are magicians who
can literally walk through walls right before our eyes, then this is a very disturbing
development.”
“Yes, this is disturbing indeed.” Although he was agreeing with the Warden,
everyone I asked has told me the same thing – when Maharin said that, they all detected a
The commercials started three weeks after Dave disappeared. “Are you feeling
different? Have things been happening differently from how they used to? Do you feel
lost? Confused?”
While the narrator said this, people of every age and color looked at the camera,
“Then come find the truth. Technology advances daily, and we can help you do
the same. Our safe, confidential analysis will give you the peace of mind you truly need.
At the bottom of the screen, there was the fine print. “Funding by the Maharin
Institute.” I guess that’s what an institute like Maharin’s should do. But then there were
the other ads. These involved a mother playing with her kid.
“You know he’s special, everyone says he’s special. Wouldn’t you like to know
just how special? Come, find out, know. Because knowing is the enemy of being left
behind.”
I hated these commercials. They were cheesy, but with their saturation, they must
have had some effect. I really didn’t like how they preyed on the fears of parents, but the
worst part probably wasn’t even noticed by most people. Sometimes, under the Maharin
line, there’d be one for the Astrial Project. Or maybe it’d just say, “Astrial.” Just a flash
as it faded to black.
And none of us knew about Astrial back then. I found out from an angry phone
“I wish. You sure they haven’t contact you? You’re positive now?”
because big brother is now working with Maharin? Why should I be worried? I don’t
know, why?”
“A government agency? You make it sound like the FBI’s working with
Maharin.”
specifically designed to manage the introduction of magic. They’re a branch of the State
department or something, the details haven’t all come out. But why do you think they’re
out there? And why have a cutsey little name like, ‘Astrial?’ I’ll tell you why. Because
they want to watch over all of us. They’re sick of progress leaving them on the sideline,
and they’re going to grab the reins now. People getting magical gifts? No problem.
“Hey, uh, Rachel? You ok? I don’t remember you being a tin-foil hat conspiracy
nut.”
“Well, maybe I’ve learned a few things in the past couple of days. Maybe I
learned a little something from a few too many court-ordered search and seizures at my
lab.”
on their way. I don’t care about those, they’d have been written up sooner or later. I care
“You know, those machines you saw when you came by?”
“Well, I got better machines; machines that actually can analyze energy and
production and transference and a lot of things. I’d have tested you one of these days, but
you were busy. The big breakthrough was that I might be able to tell exactly how much
magic someone can kick out. Well, I could, before they stole my equipment.”
“Wait, the government can’t just take all your property. Can they?”
“They can if it’s on a search warrant. I don’t know how they justified that one,
but now I’m out one lab and someone’s using my hard earned knowledge to their gain.
I thought back to the commercials from the Maharin Institute. “So, if I’m
following you right, the government’s stolen all your gear, and they’re going to use it
“They are using it. There’s nothing else out there. What, you’re going to test
people’s height? Weight? Blood pressure? That won’t do a thing. The only way they
could do any testing is with my equipment, and the only way they could get that was to
“That is seriously messed up. But, uh, why would the government, what’d you
say they’re called, Astrial? Why would they be looking for me?”
“Why? You’re about as powerful of a magician as there is in the world, at least
according to the press. You can be damn sure that they want to run a baseline using
you.”
“Well, I have no intention of being a guinea pig for anyone. They can’t force me
I got a call at work on a Friday. My secretary picked it up. “Steve, there’s a call
for you. Some agency known as, ‘Astral’ or something like that.”
“Astrial?”
Rachel’s warning came to mind when I picked up the phone. So, I just gave a
“Hello, Doctor. This is Astrid from the California State Board of Chiropractors.
The State Board. I wonder how my secretary missed this one? Then again, the
Board never called for anything good. “Yeah, what’s going on? I thought my case was
settled.”
“Your case? Oh, that case, yes, you’re right. But this is something new.”
“No, no, no. This is much easier. Really, nothing major, it’s not even from us.
I think you just need to show up, fill out some papers, and they’ll give it to you.”
“The Agency’s called Astrial. What a nice name. Ok, I’m biased. But that’s not
where you go. It’s an Institute, how do you say this, mahala…”
“Oh, you know it. Excellent. You just need to set up an appointment, and oh, the
“That’s in 6 days.”
“Yes, it is.”
CLICK. Great.
Three days later, I had an appointment at the Institute. It didn’t take long for me
to notice the change. All construction fences and signs were nowhere to be seen. The
old hospital was gone as well. The new building stood tall and impressive, with mirrored
glass surrounding arcane angles and unnatural curves. A glowing “M” on top of the 15
story walls looked down on all around. A grassy ring surrounded all this, creating a
feeling of modern and new mixed with something gothic or mystical. Signs covered the
grounds with their new name – TMS. And in smaller letters, the Maharin Institute.
I didn’t care. Actually, I didn’t notice any of this at the time. I just wanted to get
A few crowds prevented this from happening. First were the protestors outside.
They yelled, waved signs, said magic was unnatural, of the devil, or some stuff that
sounded plenty angry but made little sense. Then there was the crowd of law
enforcement, both the cops and Maharin’s private guards. They tried to manage a crowd
of cars trying to get in and out, but it all turned into a big mess. Finally, there was the
press. Reporters, photographers, papparatizi – they all wanted a piece of this action. Not
that I could blame them, there was no other action in town since magic arrived.
Of course, I just yelled at all of them that day. By the time I parked, I bet steam
was coming out of my ears. I stormed through glassy gates into the lobby and growled,
“I have an appointment.”
The receptionist didn’t care. She looked more bored than anything. She just said,
“Maybe you could give me a little estimate? Like 15 minutes? A half hour?”
“There’s like 20 people waiting here. Do you get them in every couple minutes?”
“As I said before, please take a seat. We’ll be with you as soon as we can.”
As soon as we can took over an hour. And that’s not because they called me in. I
started watching their procedure, how they’d buzz a door, and the client would push it
inward to enter. I also noticed that the receptionist didn’t seem to give a crap about
“Here.” A mother raised her hand and led her second-grader to the door. A buzz
and a click unlocked, and a push let her inside. This time, before the door closed, I slid a
magazine into the door jam. This way, the door would “close,” but stay open just enough
to stay unlocked. I waited a minute. Then I leaned on the door and let myself in.
As I walked down the corridor, I first noticed how much they’d remodeled. Off-
white, cracked stucco now became a stylish blend of colors and steel. Next, I realized
that I was sneaking around the place. Maybe I was just frustrated enough to stop caring.
Maybe I’d picked up a bit from Dave’s antics in court. In any case, I pretended to be an
powered thorough the day with coffee and junk food. I heard a conversation between two
“I don’t know. It looks like nothing ever changes on the dials. Unless I push
“Seriously. How the hell did Dr. Maharin get funding for this?”
Apparently, they didn’t care about closing doors either. That helped. I hung out
next to a coffee maker and peeked in as a tech worked with the second-grader and her
mom. He hooked up a set of electrodes to her head and arms. The machine was
something I had seen in Rachel’s lab, but I don’t think I used it. Really, it was just a
glorified box with wires sticking out of it. Naturally, the kid toyed with the electrodes,
almost like they were stickers. Her mother’s response couldn’t have been more different
first.” The tech placed pads on himself, matching the pads on the kid. “I think we’re
getting kid pads next week, with dinosaurs or something on them. But this doesn’t send
During the civil suit months later, Rachel said it’s actually measuring bio-
electrical impedance, and that the impedance correlates directly with magical potential
The tech’s readout read zero. “Is it working?” asked the mother.
“That’s because I’m not magical. Now, let’s try it on your daughter.” The tech
hooked the wires to the pads on the second grader. She seemed excited. Her mom
looked ready to crap. “Ok, now I want you to think about your special ability.”
The tech had more instructions. “Now, what I need you to do is almost do your
ability, but not actually do it. If you go through with it, we’ll get an inaccurate reading.
Ok?”
The second- grader nodded and held out her hand. A moment later, her fingertip
began to glow. At the same time, numbers jumped all over the place on the machine.
thousands, to the hundreds, and, finally settling on… “35. Wow, that’s really good. You
The second-grader laughed and cheered. Her mother gave her a big hug. “I knew
However, as the tech made his notes, he didn’t seem the slightest bit impressed.
By his body language, I’d guess that 35 was better than nothing, but it still was pretty
weak.
After some more testing, the tech took them out of the room and down the hall,
leaving the room empty. I felt a little curious so I went inside. Even though I’d never
used the machine before, there was a picture of a cartoon body showing the proper
placement of the pads. Idiot-proof. A moment later, I was all hooked up and ready to go.
First, I tried lifting the desk. I actually started lifting it initially, making the
numbers go nuts, but then I relaxed and the numbers settled at 1142. I guess my hunch
about the 35 was right. Next, I tried lighting a fire in my fingers. Since I had just done it,
it felt easier this time to “almost” use magic but stop right before casting the spell. And
Now, I had a dilemma. Should I try phasing? Especially since if my skin broke,
there’d be no easy way for me to fix it. I sat there for a minute. Then curiosity won. I
talked to Ryan later about why I did that. I had nothing to gain. And if I screwed up, I’d
be in a bad place. But he said, “Hey, you’re a scientist. You want to know stuff like
this.”
Anyway, I held back just enough so my skin held, and nothing phased anywhere.
I just stared at that for a minute. I probably stared a little too long.
That was a security guard. Apparently, they’d called my name, and when I didn’t
show up, they sent out word to look for me. I wonder why they sent out a special guard
to find me, and didn’t just let me in quickly? But I didn’t think of that at the moment. I
The guard blocked the exit and glared at me. “You must be Mr. Shao. I need you
to come with me. And you should know better than to be messing with the equipment
“It’s Doctor Shao. And I was messing around in this building long before you
“Hey, don’t talk back to me.” The guard grabbed a table and lifted it with one
“Big deal.” I picked up a bigger table with one hand and waved it over my head.
It didn’t take long for the guard to back down. Then again, it was probably because I was
waving the table a little too close to the equipment in the room.
“Ok, settle down sir. If we all calm down, I’m sure we can get this all taken care
of.”
“Hey, rent-a-cop, why am I even here anyway? Don’t you know that this whole
place would still be a dump if I hadn’t saved some dude’s butt? Now you want me to sit
my ass in your waiting room forever, just to get some POS license for something I won’t
even do anyway?”
I noticed that the guard was backing away. I didn’t notice myself striding towards
him while waving the table around, at least until I whacked the wall with it.
Actually, it stuck into the wall. I guess that super-strength spell works better than
I thought. We both paused for a moment to look at the table. That thing went right
through the drywall, both sides, and was hanging out the other side. I must have been
holding it upright because it missed every 2X4. The guard kept backing away, but me,
And that’s when I heard a familiar voice. “Hello again, Dr. Shao.” It was
Maharin. “Quite a show of strength. But you could have just demonstrated that on our
equipment.”
“Why do I have to show you anyway? I know what I can do. Your institute
Maharin seemed to ignore me and looked inside the room. But then he turned
“Yeah. What the hell is up with the licenses anyway? I don’t use magic on
“Oh, we all need a license to drive. Are your powers not all the more dangerous?
You never know what someone with enough power could do, especially if he had no
The techs seemed confused. Maharin gave him another look, and the tech nodded
“That is it, unless you want to help us remove the table from the wall?” And
that’s the last thing Maharin said to me. He left with a smile, but I didn’t like the way he
I liked my license even less, but at least then I could open my practice. And that
was messy as well. Astrial called me to tell me to call them at another number. Then
they put me through a dozen operators and transfers before finally getting me to someone
I complained about all of this to Ryan and Kev over a couple beers. They were
cool about it, but they also seemed worried. Not surprisingly, they had no desire to be
licensed.
I did have a question. “Hey, Ry, did you ever get tested by Rachel?”
“Oh, her power machine. Yeah, I helped her with it, why?”
“Let’s see. I was at 4751. Kevin was at 1,229. That doesn’t mean I’m three
either. But here’s what I can tell you. Rachel’s guess is that something around a
thousand and you can do some crazy stuff. If you get to five thousand, you’d be able to
Ryan got quiet all of a sudden. “A quarter million would make you nearly
Eventually, I told Ryan what I measured on the machine. His reply stuck with
me. “If that’s true, no one can do jack to you. You might be able to do anything you
want.”
I thought about that mostly at work, where it seemed like I couldn’t do anything
that I wanted. I thought that after getting that license from Maharin, everything would
work out smoothly and I could practice in peace. I wonder why I thought that? Dealing
with the government never works that smoothly. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, or
stupidity.
The first packet from Astrial arrived the following Thursday. This was a request
success. Oh, and they wanted a lot of specifics, like how often a patient would come in,
their progress, exactly what treatments would get what results, and things like that. And
they wanted to know exactly how magic was involved in any of this.
magic really wasn’t involved in any of this, usual outcomes, such as, “Patients get well in
2-3 treatments.” Finally, I stated that due to patient confidentiality, I would be unable to
No problem. I got served with a court order the following week. They wanted
copies of all my records for the past seven years. Hard copies.
that protocol?
A phone call to my lawyer didn’t help much. “All you can do is demand payment
for the time required to make the copies. If they want your files, they’ll get them. I can
write a letter for you. Oh, it’ll also buy you more time.”
More time? I didn’t need more time. I needed stupid Astrial off my back. But,
cash is cash, so after they got me 10,000 dollars to make those copies, my secretary
started her new job as copy machine wrangler. She also hired a temp to run those copies
as well.
400 man-hours, three cases of toner, and a forest of dead trees later, couriers
I wished that were it. Two weeks later, I got this package from Astrial. There’s
was a nice letter which read, “Thank you for your cooperation. We have enclosed a
number of bulletins for you to dispense to your clients, that we may better understand the
conditions and maladies treated by your institution. Thank you again for your help.”
Of course, there was also the fine print. “By section 11.235 of Federal mandate
for extra-scientific studies, and by clause 63.913 of your license, you are required to
Now, the bulletins themselves weren’t so bad. They just talked about how Astrial
wanted information and how it would be greatly useful in the future. The hard part was
made me explain their organization to others. That’s really hard to do when you hate that
organization. And they’re sneaky, they knew I couldn’t totally badmouth them without
harming my own practice. No one wants to see a doctor who says, “I need you to read
Oh, and then the paranoia started. “I heard that the government’s using this to
track magicians and their friends. Who knows what they’re going to do with it?” And
then came the big request. “Can you make my patient information anonymous?”
I’d just sigh and roll my eyes. I’m not good enough of an actor to hide these
“Well, I don’t want the government to know. Can you destroy my previous
records.”
“Sorry, we’re required to keep all files for a minimum of five years.”
They never liked that one. “What kind of country is this? I have a right to my
own information, and no doctor should be allowed to keep my information if I don’t want
it. This is a crime! Robbery! I have a right to protect myself from identify theft and
I wanted to quit too. Either that or use my strength to chuck them out the door.
But I still had to work. I had to pay rent. Plus I still paid my mortgage while the
industry. Exactly who was protesting or what they wanted varied. One day, people
would hold signs telling magicians to leave their towns and their lives. “Go back to
The next day would bring a response from an even larger crowd. “Equal rights
for all!” “Race? Check. Religion? Check. Magic? Why not?” “Licenses?
Regulation? We’ve seen this movie.” That last would have a picture of a swastika or
Yep, there’d be a counter protest. “Get your magic away from our kids!” “Magic
causes cancer!” I blame talk-radio for that last one. Someone made the connection that
magic was high power. This could mean magic had radiation. And of course radiation
Idiots.
Of course the flip side of this – “They’re making us have licenses just for being
magical. What’s next? A license to have a kid if we’re magical? Just say no to
breeding-panels! That has no place in America!” Of course, the idea of breeding panels
or anything like it never came up. Some well-meaning politician said something about
possibly having counseling for parents, if one or both proves magical, and maybe seeing
how that might affect the life if their kid, possibly suggesting different schooling or early
identification.
Since the protesters still made the 6:00 news every night, they keep coming out
and yelling. The press reported it, people watched it, and talk radio played caller after
caller, everyone convinced that their words would be the different between a solution and
Oh, one more group of protestors, Brad’s crew. That’s wasn’t their official name,
but they were a group of both magical and non-magical people who tried to show unity
amongst all the conflict. Their slogan – I’m an American. They tried, “We can all get
along,” or “Magic or not, you’re my brother,” but they didn’t have much success until
“We’re still not that successful,” said Brad. “I’ve gone weeks without hearing a
We were hanging out in a New York style pizza shop after I saw him protesting
outside. He had a few people with him, and they held their signs outside while he took
five. Probably a good thing that I saw him, he looked really beat. His people outside
didn’t look too much better, and everyone pretty much ignored them. Still, I was
surprised. “You haven’t heard anything? I mean, I can’t go five minutes without hearing
a soundbite on the news, radio, or a tweet, or a Facebook entry, or something about the
protests.”
“Like none.”
“Exactly. Anger. Fear. Paranoia. That makes better news than a few people
trying to get along. It makes for better movies too. When was the last time you saw a
I follow their tweets so that’s not so bad, but we’re going to have to face them
“Aren’t you picking a fight, kinda, if you face off with the other protestors?”
“Yep. But what else can we do? Jesus, Dr. King, Ghandi, they didn’t just stay on
the sidelines.”
changing the world. Fortunately, I didn’t think that was Brad’s goal.
He wanted something a little simpler. “Why don’t you come out with us?
You’ve got a little face recognition, the news will give us a look, and if you bring your
“My friends?”
“You know, Firewalker, Longarm. They’re still calling themselves that, right?”
I wasn’t sure how he knew about Ryan, but I was sure about one thing. “You
know, I’m not really ready to go out and protest right now. I just want to lay low for a
Brad knew something. I don’t know how he knew, but then again, I never know
how he knows. “Look, dude, I think what you’re doing is really cool. It’s probably what
this whole debate needs. Someone needs to remind people that we’re all still people, but
just nodded. Maybe he knew I was going to say this. I don’t know.
“We’ll be out there. Come join us when you’re ready.” And with that, he shook
When I’m ready. I didn’t think I’d ever be ready. Then again, I wasn’t ready for
magic, and it snuck up on me. I wasn’t ready for court, but that didn’t stop the
I still felt conflicted over all this. To put it simply, I really didn’t want to be any
kind of talking head or face to any sort of movement. Yeah, having everyone get along
would be better than angry rants from people who only listen to news and messages from
people with the same point of view, but how was I supposed to change all their minds?
Ryan agreed with me. “Can’t do much about their opinions. I can barbeque
supervillain.”
Kevin had a different opinion. “People will trust whoever they decide to trust.
Sometimes it the guy saying whatever it is they want to hear. Sometimes it’s an authority
with all the scientific research to back him up. Sometimes there’s no good reason
“Wait a second. You want me to go out there, get into all their faces, and tell
Great. That’s just the life I’ve always wanted. But my buds wouldn’t leave me
alone. Ryan handed me a cellphone. “I hacked this one so the only thing it’ll do is call
me. If you’re in trouble, just hit the buttons and I’ll get a call. It’s got GPS, so we’ll be
“Hey, that Brad guy knew about us. I’m always one to help a fan.” Great, Ry,
I don’t think I’m very good at hiding. Brad got my email somehow and sent me
this. “Hey, Steve. Not sure if you’re interested, but here’s the tweets for both the pro and
anti threads. Just follow #FUmerlin and #evolvednlovenit Cool, hope you’re well.”
Now, I’m not sure why I didn’t just delete that email. Maybe I was stupid.
Maybe it’s that curiosity thing that Ryan said I have. Whatever, I followed them. An
hour later, I wondered if I made a mistake. People I knew posted enough anger about
magic, enough that I thought about de-friending them. But following strangers brought a
“Click here to find ways to make your magical neighbors move. The cops won’t
notice these.”
“Astrial wants to throw us all into holding pens. Call your senators,
“Anti jerks will be at Sportsman’s grill on Friday at 7:00. If you’ve got super
strength or anything ready for a fight, show up and let’s go fuck up some Neanderthals.”
Then again, maybe the antis deserved it. Maybe not. I don’t know, but I wasn’t
getting involved. I told Ryan and Kevin though. They had a slightly different opinion.
At 9:30pm Friday night, the cops showed up to find a dozen drunken people stuck
to the walls and parking lot of the Sportsman’s grill in Northridge. The witness report on
the news was great. “See, the first bunch of people came in about 7, 7:30. They pounded
a few beers and cussed out magicals and stuff like that. I told my manager, but he said
that as long as they kept buying and didn’t start anything, they could do whatever they
want. Then the bouncer saw new bunch of guys come in at 8. They took tequila shots
and said stuff like, ‘Come on, Neanderthals, why don’t you come over here and say that.’
I think we had a thousand in sales before anyone stood up. That’s when our bouncer told
them to take it outside. They did. We all went out too to watch.
Funny thing is, even drunk off their asses, they wanted to talk trash more than
throw down. We egged them on, but that didn’t do much. That’s when the two
superheroes showed up. They told everyone to settle down. The drunks decided that
they’d rather just make fun of the superheroes. Bad idea. Someone took a step towards
them, and the fire guy took a warning shot. That pissed off the drunks and they started
moving in. So, the spiderman guy shot all these things and stuck them to the ground or
The superheroes called the cops here and took off. People just laughed at the
The press had a field day with this one. When the cops asked Ry if they were
responsible, he just said, “Yep. Oh yeah, we’re Firewalker and Longarm. Make sure you
get it right.”
“Firewalker and Longarm need to join our cause. With their power, we are
unstoppable.”
“If the wizards are going to be like Firewalker and Longarm, we should lock them
Ryan didn’t seem to affected by his press. He simply said, “We did the right
“Yeah, but now you’re the target for every nutso out there.”
What he didn’t mention was that last bit from the end of Batman Begins.
Something about escalation, about how a super powerful superhero also brings out super
powerful supervillains. That wasn’t exactly what we got, but we did get something.”
From #FUmerlin - Come out to Pershing Square. We’re going to give the city a
Can’t let them get all the attention. Hope wannabe spiderman stays away.
Oh yeah, Brad and his guys usually held their signs at Pershing Square.
Damn.
Chapter 18 – This will make the 6:00 news
August 18, 2018. Saturday. It was a scorcher, the third day of a massive
heatwave over Los Angeles. When we got to Pershing Square, the temperature already
hit 90. And it was only 10am. It was me, Ryan, and Kevin. The square sat calm, an
empty expanse of red brick, without anyone near the fountain. Protesters wouldn’t arrive
for a few hours. The only people holding signs were Brad and his people. He didn’t
seem surprised to see us. “Glad to see you Steve. You brought your friends, the
Ryan spoke first. “You need to get out of here. In two hours, this is going to be
ground zero when the magicals and the antis hit critical mass. I’m sure the LAPD’s not
“That may be true, but I’m not worried. You three will protect me.”
“Sure, Dr. Shao. You’re as powerful as anyone here. Plus your friends might
want to hide. They’re not real popular with either side right now.”
“No, no, no. I’m just here to warn you. I’m not about to get into the middle of a
war. Hell, I don’t even know what the solution is for this mess. I warned you. My job is
haven’t done a thing to help me. None of you have. I’ve been the good guy. I’ve saved
lives. I’m gone the extra mile, but what has it gotten me? A few lawsuits? A big mess
of a life?”
Brad turned and looked across the square. A news van had just pulled up and
reporters hopped out. “Eyewitness news is here too. You should go talk to them.”
As I watched the reporters, they turned their focus towards me. Somehow, it
seemed like I could tell what they were saying. “Is that the magical doctor from that
trial?”
“Yeah, I think so. Dr. Shao, I think. He’s next to those guys with signs, guess
he’s out here to protest too. We should get a statement from him.” Then a reporter and a
Brad strolled about with his sign, “We’re all brothers, we’ve just got different
gifts. I make a mean guacamole.” Before moving down the street, he said, “Go talk to
Well, they’d seen me, they were coming over, what else could I do? And I
Sonya Young with Channel 5 news at the site of impending dual protests concerning
“Neither? But you must be pro-magic. You were put on trial for using you
magic. I remember you from that day outside the Superior Courts?”
“No, you blew me off, so you owe me a comment today. If you’re not here to
If you watch the newscast, there’s an uncomfortable pause here. You can almost
see the frustration rise in the reporter. “What do you think of the protesters on either
“And it’s working great, isn’t it. We’re all seeing each other’s points, not making
mobs.” For a moment, I thought that maybe I’d gotten through to someone. “Hey, you
better get to a safe place. I don’t think those protesters are just going to stick to yelling
this time.”
“Don’t worry about us.” The reporter walked away from me. She seemed
disappointed. Apparently, I don’t make good television. The only time she showed any
excitement was when I suggested that the protesters might do a little more than just yell.
Within 30 minutes, a dozen news vans surrounded the square. Each one of them
came to me for a comment, and each of them left a bit disappointed. One guy even tried
a different tactic. “Doesn’t it make you angry that so much of America hates you?”
I just shrugged. “Is that really any different that America not giving a damn
“Nah, they just hate my magic. Without that, I’d be nothing to them. And you
That sort of thing went on for a while. I seemed to be the only thing interesting in
the square. Nobody seemed to want to talk to Brad. Too bad, he usually had something
interesting to say. Of course, none of that mattered once someone yelled, “Hey, the
No one hit me up for an interview after that. They all shot across to the square
towards a small, but noisy crowd. This was the group protesting against magic, and they
had a new chant, “Hard work and sweat’s the American way. Magical fools can go
away!”
I’m not going to write that again. I heard enough of it that day.
The reporters flocked around them. They yelled too. “What do you want to say
to America? Let’s make sure they can hear you all the way in Washington!”
The protesters responded with shouts and a lot of jumping around, but after a
while, the reporters returned to their vans. I guess after a few minutes, yelling and
screaming doesn’t make for such good television. You need to up the stakes or
something. And, yeah, people get tired. No one jumped around anymore, and some of
Brad went up to them, but they just waved him away. They didn’t yell at him or
anything like that, just a simple, “Go away,” wave of the hand.
The response was different once the pro-magic picketers showed up. Out of
nowhere, cops showed up on horseback. Yellow roadblocks went up, and riot cops
corralled the protesters. Orders blared out of bullhorns, “Pro-magic protesters, stay on
the west side of the square. Anti-magic protesters, stay on the east side of the square.
For an hour or so, LAPD kept everything under control. Well, that is if you can
call endless yelling, name-calling, and the occasional arrest control. The reporters stood
between the lines, filming everything. I stood with Brad in the corner. We were mostly
ignored.
“It’s going to get crazier,” said Brad. “If they’re not here not, they’re watching it
I’m not sure why I stayed. Maybe I should have split while I had the chance,
because 30 minutes later, there’d be no escape. Both sides grew by the hundreds, maybe
thousands, and like Brad said, these new adds seemed more interested in making a mess
than any message. On the pro-magic side, they started a new chant. “It’s not our fault
you suck!”
occasional thrown water bottle, though the antis couldn’t really throw them across the
square. Not a problem for the magicals. Enough of them had super strength powered
LAPD tried to stop this. They tried to find the perpetrators, but none of them
wanted to enter the crowd filled with super strong angry protesters. One group finally
tried, moving in with riot shield and helmets, but the protesters pushed them to the
Now, it was on. Hundreds of riot cops streamed into the square. They formed a
double wall of lexan between the two groups and held clubs and tear gas launchers. A
voice blared, “The is the LAPD. Everybody exit the square immediately. This is your
No one moved. A few bottles and rocks clanked off the riot shields. I noticed the
“Come over here, and I’ll show you some Rodney King!”
Apparently, both sides could agree that the LAPD made for a better target than
each other. I noticed the magical side putting dents into the shields with their projectiles.
Cops don’t like being targets. They responded by firing dozens of tear gas
stuff’s supposed to make you hate life. Your skin and lungs burn, your nose fills with
snot, your eyes water so much you can’t really see – just misery in a gaseous form.
Most of the magicals seemed unaffected. Come to think of it, I don’t remember
feeling a thing. A few even picked up cans and threw them across into the antis, or rolled
them in with the cops. Some magicals went big bad wolf and blew the cloud of gas into
the police.
The cops reached for gas masks, which lowered their guard a bit. The antis were
feeling awful due to the gas, but there wasn’t quite enough to knock them out. And then
A few antis rushed over the barricades and charged the cops. The others took a
People have debated what made the protesters attack rather than scatter like usual.
Maybe it was the wall of people in the square, or maybe all the anger made them snap. I
The cops shot teargas and ordered them to stop, but they were also retreating. I
can’t blame them. Standing your ground as thousands rush you isn’t my idea of fun.
Soon, they bumped up against the magical protesters, putting them into a pincher
between both groups. Now, the cops panicked. They weren’t carrying guns, but they
shot their pepper spray, tazers, and anything else they could find. A few people went
down, but this wasn’t nearly enough to slow the flood of humanity.
Oddly, from where Brad stood us, we had an empty road behind us to escape. He
still held his sign high, though he stayed near his exit. My focus stuck to the mess in the
I turned to Brad. I opened my mouth, but I don’t think I said anything that made
any sense.
Apparently, what I knew to do was grab a police barrier and run right into the
middle of the riot. The rioters moved. I guess I’m stronger than I thought. The barrier
turned into a plow in my hands and I scooped the rioters aside. Within 30 seconds, I’d
reached the cops and they were able to retreat out through my path.
This had a different effect on the magical protesters. “Hey! Check out what our
Great…
pushed into the antis. They didn’t seem to toss people around like me, but they pressed
the antis backwards, moving the mass towards the outskirts of the square.
I had my hands full with getting the police out of the mess. But once they all
escaped, I noticed that the antis were getting pressed against buildings and storefronts on
the sides of the square. And the magicals weren’t letting up. “Crush the cavemen!
Crush the cavemen!” That chant drowned out everything else in the square. The antis
tried to fight back with rocks, pepper spray, and the occasional knife, but they couldn’t
“Come on! We need to stop this, people are getting killed out there!”
The cops didn’t move. “What are we going to do? We tried teargas, but that
didn’t seem to affect the Merlins. We’re not strong enough to beat everyone up. And
“We’re awaiting orders. My butt’s not going to be on the line for this mess. You
Two seconds later, I did something that got onto every single newscast in
America. If you watch the video, you’ll see the mob going nuts in the square. Then
you’ll see a little speck holding a yellow thing rush towards the mob. That would be me
holding the police barrier. I rush into the front edge of the magical mob, carving a
wedge as people fly about or get pushed back. It’s pretty impressive. The whole mob
gets cut in half. With a bit of running room, the antis dart off the walls and sprint away
Of course, that’s when it doesn’t go quite as well for me. The magical mob sort
From where I stood, it felt a little different. Yeah, I was being bum-rushed by
thousands of crazily strong, angry men, but I also held them off. I fought my way to the
edge of the square, used a building to protect my back, and pushed back against the
masses. Yeah, they were strong, but maybe I was just a little bit stronger.
As we pushed, the mob yelled, “You should be protecting your magical brothers.
we can lift ten times as much or run errands at 40 miles an hour. That ain’t fair, I get it.
But you guys want special positions for magicians, just so it’ll be fair. That’s the same
shit they’re asking for, except that it helps you. What hell is wrong with you?”
Yeah, it did occur to me how weird it was that we were talking in this situation.
“If we don’t shout them down, we’ll lose all our rights.”
“If you do shit like this, we’ll all get locked up. Open your eyes! Whoever’s
getting you to protest is turning you into sheep, and you idiots are just eating it all up.”
I’ve asked a few others, and the story seems to hold true. When you get shot, you
don’t really notice it initially. You know something happened, you know something’s
I knew something had happened when I felt something in my chest right after
hearing a bang. When I looked down and saw the smoldering hole in my shirt, time
slowed to a crawl. My focus stayed on my chest, and I just stared at the hole in disbelief.
As I did that, my strength faded, and the crowd started to overrun me. I fell to the
ground and the sea of protesters flooded over me. I don’t remember much about this. I
I only remember hearing a new sound. Not just a bang, this one was a deep
boom.
After another boom, I heard the screaming. From my spot on the concrete, I
couldn’t make out too much, just something like, “Holy shit! Screw this, run!”
I couldn’t see a thing, just the crowd pressing me into the ground. But just like
It was nice.
But then I felt the heat. I mean, the day was hot, but this felt like an oven, or
maybe what I picture a forge would feel like. I’d only be confused for a second. That’s
when I saw the sea of blue fire encircle me. Now that was hot. But just for a moment.
The fires cleared, and I saw the square mostly empty. The remaining protesters ran away
down the streets. They didn’t want to be barbequed. The only people I saw were Ryan
Actually, nothing hurt. I just kept staring at the smoldering hole in my shirt. It
“Holy shit! You’ve been shot! But…” Ryan ran his fingers over the hole.
I don’t think I moved. Ryan had to grab my arm and move my hand over the
“Sit up, you’re not bleeding.” I heard them, but I don’t think I sat up until they
pulled me up. Even then, I kept staring at the hole, my hand, and generally just looking
“I got shot.”
A new voice came down to me. “Take off your shirt.” I looked up and saw Brad,
I lifted my shirt. Sure enough, there was no blood. Actually, the only thing I saw
“No.” I poked around the front hole and felt nothing out of the ordinary as well.
Only Brad didn’t seem surprised by this. “The bullet didn’t touch you, Steve. It’s
“You phased out. I got to say, your skin’s pretty neat. It knew to phase out a
little section of your body when the bullet came. You can’t get hit if you can’t get
touched. That skin’s pretty tough too. You didn’t get banged up when those
I didn’t hear anything past, ‘phased out.’ “Wait, if I phased out, then… Awww
I think I jumped up and started storming around. I don’t really remember, I was
really pissed. If I’d phased out, that meant that the black spot was just my skin, and that
the artificial layer was compromised, and that it’d be cracking and falling off soon, and
that with my house on lockdown and Dave who-knows-where that I’d have no way to fix
this.
“Hey, you just got shot and you’re fine. That’s pretty sweet!”
I stopped and turned back to them. “Alright?!?! You know how hard it was just
to get anyone to talk to me. Now, they’ll just let me use hundreds of millions of dollars
of stolen property so I can fix something they don’t even know about. Yeah, that’ll work.
You know how long I had to wait just so they wouldn’t shut down my office? And that
wasn’t shit compared to this. Why the hell would they help me out?”
Only Brad had an answer. “It’s not like they can stop you.”
But Brad just waved and walked away, leaving the three of us in the middle of
smoldering, crumbling bricks and concrete. Apparently, Pershing Square doesn’t like
Oh yeah, the cops rushed back into the square and yelled at us, well, mostly Ryan
for setting the place on fire. I just kind of slipped away. I’d had enough of magic for a
day, or hell, my whole life. I went back to my tiny apartment, showered, ordered a pizza,
Escapism is my friend.
Apparently, it’s not a two way street. First off, the riot made every single
newscast or tabloid show. Even after that, there were other stories. “Tonight, hear about
a UCLA researcher’s new discoveries about magic. Could you be in for some new
abilities?” Now, normally, I’d have switched the channel, but the UCLA researcher was
Rachel.
As I waited through commercials, I checked myself over, looking for any other
injuries from the day. Now, cuts I had, but they were all shallow and really just in the
artificial layer. I couldn’t find a single bruise or sore spot. I checked again since that was
a lot of protesters that had stepped on me. But no, Brad was right about my skin. Maybe
I was tougher than I thought. Really, I looked fine, except for the black circle on my
chest.
the newscast.
“That it is, and no one really knows how it starts. Or do they. A UCLA
The picture cut to a recorded interview with Rachel at her lab. “There seems to
It went back to the voiceover, “Dr. Rachel Hoffman at the UCLA center for health
sciences has been one of the preeminent researchers in the field of atypical abilities for
the past few years. With her research on those with magic, she had made quite a
discovery.”
The picture cut to another interview with Rachel. “These gifts we see, these
skills, they’re not unique to a single person, at least in terms of increased physical
strength or speed. It also seems that the first ability shown isn’t the end of development.
Due to its non-unique qualities, we find that instruction can give abilities.”
And again to the voiceover, now showing pictures of Rachel’s lab. “Yes, just
because you can run fast today, doesn’t mean you can’t run on walls tomorrow with a
little help. Much research still needs to be done, but perhaps higher education will
“Yes, but it also raises new ethical issues. What skills should be taught, or should
“That’s right, maybe this could be the first step in giving magical powers to
Actually, I know she never said that. That’s because she blew up when she saw
the headlines over the next couple days. “Magic for Sale?” “Could Magical Children be
We were all at Ryan’s place that night, watching Rachel storm and pace around
his tiny living room. “I can’t believe this! First they rob me blind of all my research and
equipment, and then when I finally get a second on the news, they misquote me and use
me to start some big ministry of misinformation campaign. I said, ‘Due to its non-unique
qualities, we find that instruction can give abilities IN THESE SPECIFIC CASES,’ these
specific cases only. Dammit, why do they even bother interviewing me if they’re just
going to twist my words and use them to start controversy and drum up ratings? I should
just give interviews to Star or TMZ or something, they’ll be just as honest as the
I lifted my shirt, showing the black circle, and the two-inch black, spidery cracks
She didn’t have much to say. She just sat down and crossed her arms across her
jail?”
Ryan didn’t shut up. “You know, I wonder if your friend Brad had a point. What
“This isn’t helping, man. I need to get into the reactor and get this fixed before I
“Rachel, you know anyone in your circles who could pull some strings.”
“Wait, you know someone who can help? You do, don’t you. Who’s got some
pull?”
“No, I need this fixed, and if you’re not going to tell me…”
“What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know anyone who can…” And
then I realized something. I did know someone. He was someone who probably had the
But now that his name had gotten into my head, there was no getting it out. I tried
to ignore it, tried just going to work and doing my everyday junk. Tried calling everyone
cover it up, try not to look at it, but you know it’s there. Even if it doesn’t feel like
anything, you can still kind of feel something. It’s not really a sensation. Maybe it’s just
an over awareness that something’s not right. And when it’s right in the middle of your
Even when it’s hidden under a shirt, you’re still wondering if people can see
something off when you’re talking to them. If they look down from your face, you
wonder if maybe it shows through. Maybe it’s spread up to your neck? Maybe it’s only
a matter of time before your whole face falls off and you’re a freak of nature.
I thought about these things practically every minute of everyday. But then again,
But most people will end up doing whatever it takes to get rid of something like
this, even if the person they have to ask is anything but a friend. Even if they know that
this person definitely does not have your best interests in mind.
675 feet above the ground floor, overlooking the LA basin, Dr. Maharin’s new
office would have been worth millions even if it were just an empty space. How much
more did it cost, with its combination of sharp angles and planned minimalism?
Maharin didn’t seem to need much of that. He faced the window and looked out
over the city when I entered the room. He didn’t even turn when I entered. “Hello, Dr.
“Oh, I beg to differ. A map would say that you have set foot in these premises.
However, little, if any, of the original stone and steel from your first visit still stands here
today. Even from your last visit, changes have been made. This room here was far from
completion on that day. So, if brick by brick, a building is replaced, at what point does it
I’d heard this bit of philosophizing before, but if felt different today, somehow.
“Perhaps to the cursory glance, much as our address on the map, but neither of us
“Know is such a strong word. What do we really know about our world, our
country, even our own bodies? Five years ago, we knew that nobody could run on walls
I blinked. I’m not sure why, but I distinctly remember blinking. “We do the best
regardless of whether the teller is ignorant of its veracity? But this is no surprise. Our
Maharin continued. “You seem like a intelligent man, so I will speak to you
honestly.
Lies, Dr. Shao. Every morning, people put on a face to convince the world and
themselves that they have things under control. Yet, our anti-depressant habits tell us that
society is quite the opposite, with everyone in complete agreement that their things are
not together. People run from truth to cope with their lives.
More lies, Dr. Shao. There are very few things we truly need. Take food,
breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and candy. We want more dessert and candy, but we are
a nation of overweight souls. So, they sell us healthy desserts, low-fat candies, granola
bars, trans-fat free foods. If people were really to look at labels, they would see that their
bran muffin has the same, if not more calories than my Krispy Kreme. Why then do
“You’re rationalizing, Dr. Shao. Good advertising means a lie believed by the
masses. Do you truly need the latest and greatest in televisions, cars, and will those
things bring you happiness? Will a certain brand of rum or beer cause your parties to be
“But we see this everyday, so much so that the truth becomes strange and unusual
to our perception. If it were not so, then why do your patients fight your bills?”
“Simple. All patients fight their bills. I know our world, Dr. Shao, and I know
that your patients believe the lies of healthcare, which by definition requires a lie. Its
very concept gives assurance and piece of mind, a complete falsehood considering that
we will all die. Yet millions cling to every scrap of hope given by their providers, not
seeing how their trusted health plan whittles away unseen before their very eyes. They
picketed and protested against rationing of health care, death panels, they called them, not
realizing that their own insurance was doing the same thing that very moment.
Lies are how abortion and homosexual marriage became major issues when 95%
of the people would not be the slightest bit affected. Lies are how politicians decry these
moral sins while cheating on their wives and selling their votes to mistresses provided by
And yet, lies are how we can guide the masses to a better place.”
I finally managed to butt in. “So, you admit that you’re lying to the people.”
the purpose.”
I froze. Looking back, that was a pretty good way to tell me that he wasn’t lying.
Maharin finally broke the silence. “Why are you here today?”
“Yeah. The government seized my house and I need to get in and use… do
something.”
“Ah, yes, your home filled with millions in stolen merchandise, the event with
your brother that I used to convince the government that magical humans were a threat
“That is true, but I merely showed the truth and perpetuated their own lie to gain
the government’s trust. Now, I believe, you wish for me to lie in order for you to gain
something else. You are one of the rare men who does not wish to live a life in blissful
“Yes. Look out over this city. Few, if any, wish to know the inner workings of
those in charge. They would rather keep their piece of mind and believe that everyone
knows and cares about their wishes, and works for the good of society. We all know that
You, Dr. Shao, are wise. Honest. You have not run or created an outburst as I
“Now we must work with society. It is a delicate balance of continuing the lies
while revealing just enough to drive the masses in the right direction. Society must be
allowed their tantrums, such as the one you experienced. But the fussy toddler must learn
cannot lift a court order quite so easily. Keep your patience and your hope. Eventually,
“True, but perhaps if you see my plans, they will give you some rest.” Maharin
handed me an ID badge with my name and picture. “This will allow you access into my
locale, as well as any Astrial location in the city. Feel free to tour and learn. Remember
what I have told you today, and see how I am leading society to a better place.”
As I turned to exit, I noticed for the first time that we were not alone. A few men
in suits stood against the back wall, semi-hidden in alcoves. Their clothes blended into
the color of the room, and they stood still to avoid attention. Dark glasses hid their eyes,
but somehow I knew they were watching me. Come to think of it, one of the men was
I received nothing but icy stares as I entered the elevator for my trip down from
Maharin’s office.
He left me with one final word. “You should come back. You’re at home here.”
The doors closed and he was gone.
For the rest of the night, I though about the things he’d said. As much as I hated
to admit it, he was right about a lot. There weren’t a ton of people out there who don’t
I thought about his words at work too, especially with the pet parents. Their dogs
usually could figure out how to live with an achy paw. They’d just hop about on three
legs, usually wagging their tails and wanting to play. But their owners wanted to see
them jump on four legs, and if I could do that, they could have their peace of mind that
they were doing the best thing for their animal. The pets didn’t care, as long as they were
Lies.
The next night, I visited another Astrial facility. Unlike the Maharin Institute, this
one was much smaller, in the valley, and given more time to set up, had their act together
compared to my visit through processing. Few people waited to be seen, and everyone
seemed happy.
“Hello, Dr. Shao. Welcome to our facility. Can I give you a tour?” This came
“No problem, sir. As you can see, we’ve come a long way since those early
days.”
“Honestly, I think it was just the initial rush of getting people registered. No that
“You don’t know? It’s to help magical persons integrate seamlessly into society.
“Ah, yes, then you’re a recruit. That explains why we’re supposed to be so nice
The tour didn’t take long. They had some of the equipment copied from Rachel’s
lab, but mostly, they had tables set up for counselors. “This is where we can discuss life
and future plans with our clients. See, magic changes lives for sure, but we don’t want to
change everything completely. That’d be too big of a shock to people’s lives. We just
need to use magic to build upon what works, use a clients abilities to augment what they
already do well.”
“Well, that gets a little more tricky. Let me show you.” She sat at a desk and
flipped on the computer. “Here’s where we enter the gift into the database.”
She brought up a page with boxes for name, demographic information, and
“Other?”
“Yes, those are the gifts we can’t quite categorize. Unfortunately, those take
longer to integrate.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me explain. Our experts go over the lists of clients, and use
these lists to find work or schooling appropriate to their specialness. For the categorized
gifts, instruction usually returns in a week or so, but for the others…”
“Yes, it does. But hopefully our experts can guide the lost into a life where they
A life of true happiness and meaning, isn’t that what we all want? Well, I’m sure
people would like it, but not a lot of people pursue it. That’s because of life like that is
almost impossible to attain. If Astrial thought they could bring it to a bunch of lost
magicians just by analyzing their abilities, they were nuts. Or they were lying. Or maybe
this was Maharin’s lie. If he could convince people that they could have a life where
their magic would give joy, then maybe they wouldn’t riot. Yeah, it wasn’t true, but for
Apparently, Maharin thought so, because a half-dozen Astrial sites that I visited
all used the same protocol. They spread the message of meaningful magic, one even
doing with a sort of sermon-speech using a version of the classic, “Ask not what your
country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” It was all quite an
impressive presentation.
Going through all this, I didn’t realize until a few days later that Maharin never
said anything about him helping back into my house. He only said that it might be
possible. It was odd that it took me this long to realize it. I mean that’s why I went to
I gave his office a call. “Hi, this is Dr. Shao. Has Dr. Maharin had any progress
on my situation?”
“I’m sorry, what situation would this be again? Dr. Maharin has so many projects
on his hands.”
“I understand, but this is involving the justice department and some seized
“That’s true. Come to think about it, I don’t remember that ever coming up. Let
She called me back a day later with this message. “Dr. Maharin says that things
like this can take a lot of time, but to hang in there. And oh, perhaps they might be more
Actually, I did. He meant that if I was working for Astrial, this might get done. I
Or maybe it wasn’t just my life. Maharin made it onto the news that night. The
reporter started off the conversation. “Tonight, we bring to you Dr. Maharin, chief
consultant for Astrial in the Los Angeles area. Now, the first question everyone has
concerns licensing.”
“But, Dr. Maharin, this seems to make people apply for a license just to live.”
“Yes, it does seem that way. But think of it this way, why do we need licenses to
drive? Safety. A car is a dangerous weapon, and we require all users to pass a certain
bar to be given this privilege. Unfortunately, magic can make a man even more
dangerous than a car. For some people, magic gives them a gun. Do we not require
And yes, I agree that licenses intrude on personal liberty. This is not a perfect
solution, but the government must first be concerned with safety. Licenses help ensure
this.”
“But some allege that the government should not be given this much information.
If they knew the magic capable of all the people, who knows what they could do?”
Maharin laughed. “Who could possible know all this information? There are 20
million people in Los Angeles alone. This is like saying that traffic cameras could allow
the government to spy on you at all times. Yes, it may be possible, but nobody as the
The reporter seemed to accept this answer, but as I look back, I see the lie. See, to
watch the city, all they would have to do is watch the small number of leaders. Most
people will just trail after the leader like sheep. Track the leaders and their magic, and
How do I know this? Because that’s what I found out at the Maharin center when
I broke in.
Chapter 21 – At Some Point, You Care Less
I decided to take a better look inside Maharin’s offices the next night. Thing is,
that place is never empty. During the day, they do their testing, counseling, and usual
junk for the lost. During the night, they hold junkets and fund-raising events to woo the
rich. These usually went pretty late at night, with bouncers pulling out drunken bodies at
3am. Kind of like college, expect these drunks were major power brokers or political
bigwigs.
All this made it really hard for someone to sneak in and steal files. Of course,
That was my greeting from a young, female receptionist in a slinky cocktail dress.
Dozens of her clones patrolled this meeting room high up in the Maharin Institute’s
tower. As the city lights glowed below, the leaders of the city shared drinks and stories
with each one another. Everytime a bigwig laughed, there’d be two ladies doing the
same nearby. Then the bigwig would throw down his drink and go for round two.
I’d seen this game before. Lobbying, it’s called. Back in school, the national
organizations would try to recruit the best looking students to go and talk to a politician
and convince him or her to support a certain bill or position. Now with students, I’m not
sure how far it went. But in this room, some of the ladies seemed awfully touchy with
their congressmen. Maybe pillowtalk was a good way to get their ear.
I took a glass but didn’t take a sip. I needed every bit of my brains tonight if I
with two glasses. He was on his third term and had just finished off his second divorce,
He ignored me.
I didn’t mind. I wanted everyone to ignore me. I needed them to see me there,
missing.
I spent a lot of the evening sitting on a couch near the window, just enjoying the
view. Occasionally, a bigwig would nod to me, or maybe a lobbyist Barbie would ask
who I was, but once they found out, they’d move away.
From my spot by the window, I could see what sort of security patrolled that
night. It seemed more for show. I mean, there were a bunch of giant men in black suits,
but they didn’t seem to keep a great watch over the room. I could come in and out
without checking in with anyone, and nobody stopped me or asked for my invitation.
Also, Maharin was nowhere to be seen. I asked around, but they told me that he’d
left for the day. Coercing politicians was something to be outsourced, I guess. I was sure
nobody gave a damn if I came or left, and that was just what I wanted.
“Hey, Doc. How’re you doing?” I turned around at the sound of a familiar voice.
It was Joseph Benjamin, still alive, though now rolling about on a robot-chair. “How’s
“Actually, I haven’t done any since you. I got the third degree from the regulators
and government for yours, and well, it’s been kinda rough.”
“Sorry, Doc, I appreciate what you did. Those government suits can be a real
bunch of assholes.”
“Don’t worry, Doc. These pussies are so sloshed, they can’t hear a damn thing.
They’re too busy with their corporate ho’s to worry about an old fart like me.”
I could see he was as brash as ever, and that gave me a laugh. Good thing too, it
took the edge off tonight. “You come to these things a lot?”
“Why?”
“Now, there’s a smart question. You know I’m not having fun here, why the hell
drag my ass up here to watch fat cats drink? I’ll tell you why. Because they built this
place with my cash and I’ll be damned if I don’t at least get something out of it.”
“Beats the hell out of dying at home. At least if I croak here, Maharin will have
to drag my fat ass off his carpet. And, I know that man had to have worked you over
“You can trust me, Doc. And no one’s listening to us anyway. They tune me out
real quick.”
Sure enough, it almost looked like there was a, “Caution, do not enter,” zone
around us. Plus, all the big boys were keeping an eye on the mayor and his drunken
Mr. Benjamin started rolling towards the exit. “Good luck with everything.
Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to fix me again. Sometimes life ain’t worth the price when
Actually, Mr. Benjamin didn’t exit. He rolled around the exit, playing chicken
Or providing cover. While he did all this, I slipped out of the room.
The first thing I noticed while sneaking around was that the place wasn’t deserted,
even late at night. Thing is, no one cared that I was there. As long as it looked like I was
going somewhere, not just wandering around looking lost, no one stopped me or asked
me a thing.
The second thing was that most offices held a lot of nothing. If this was a James
something. Being the 21st century, everything sat happily on servers. All I needed to do
was hack into their system and I’d find out everything.
I got good news - a few people stayed logged into their accounts. I got bad news
when I got nothing but forms to fill out and work emails. Low-level guys don’t get to see
files, it seems. Occasionally, there’d be a file attached to an email for analysis, but I
The third thing I realized was that I didn’t care about phasing my hand through
doors to unlock them, reaching into locked cabinets and feeling around, or phasing in
general. Maybe I realized this earlier, when I decided to break in. Maybe I realized this
It doesn’t matter. By now, cracks were all up and down my arms, across my
body, and it wouldn’t be long before I’d look like some kind of comic book super villain.
in to steal information. That could go either way. Batman would do this to expose a
criminal, and you might say that could be what I was doing. Or maybe just expose
something that was technically legal, but dirty. Then again, I wasn’t really trying to
expose anything. I just wanted to get into my damn house and get my skin fixed. That’d
I do know that eventually I figured out how to phase my key through an elevator,
de-phase it enough to short the button, call the lift, and go up to Maharin’s office.
The room was dark when I got up there. That made for an incredible view of the
city, but I tried not to focus on that. Thanks to Maharin’s minimalism, it didn’t take long
to see that I was alone. The alcoves seemed empty, as did the whole office. I didn’t see
any cameras or security, but I kept the lights off just in case.
I sat at his desk and switched on his computer. Fortunately, it was left on, just
like most professors and grad students do when they don’t have to pay their own
Of course that left me with trying to figure out how to hack into his computer. I
Nothing.
I tried Kobe, Shaq, and a bunch of sports combinations.
Still nothing.
I figured, why not? I put in my name, Ryan’s, Kev’s, and even Firewalker. That
didn’t do a thing, but then I wondered about putting in Rachel’s name. I tried Rachel,
Rachel Hoffman, but then I could think of any superhero name for her. Well, maybe Dr.
Hoffman.
I froze. How on earth did this, or why did it, and why Dr. Hoffman, and was it
the same Dr. Hoffman? It took a moment for me to snap out of this and remember that I
minimalist as his office. There weren’t a lot of icons, nor extra games or time killers.
Just a listing of a bunch of phone numbers, mostly of bigtime government types, and a
database.
As sleek as his desktop was, the database was messy. This must have been some
hack job from the lowest bidder because it was hard to find any information. Name
searches were clunky, you couldn’t search by powers, hell, even categories for powers
were sketchy. I think I spent an hour wondering it the thing was even working before
And the info in the database was terrible too. Mostly, it’d just say stuff like,
“Mostly harmless, recommend that life without these gifts would be beneficial,”
construction.”
So I quit this database and starting looking for something more, something that
he’d look at a lot more than this junk. I found it under his “recent documents.” It was a
listing of people with a little more magic than the other database. Sitting at number one -
me. Although I was kind of happy to be number one, reading my scouting report turned
my stomach a bit.
- Dr. Steven Shao, DC. Abilities – Phasing – can pass through matter and
Dammit! I hoped it wasn’t like this, but maybe I knew deep down inside and I
- Survived a riot with minimal injury. Use caution, may have resistance to
injury.
Ok, that made me feel a little better. Maybe we’d be able to work something out.
Alright, what the hell did that mean? That didn’t sound good. It couldn’t be
good. I don’t know what was going through Maharin’s head, but it couldn’t be good.
There were also dozen of pictures of me, taken at home, at work, and some from news
But that was it on me. I looked through the other names on the list. Ryan was
there.
- Ryan Douglas – calls himself the Firewalker. Abilities – fire projection.
affecting possibilies.
There were also pictures of Ryan, but he seemed to be posing in all of them. I
- Dr. David Shao – calls himself Go. Says he can go anywhere, though
Great. If Maharin wanted to know about my brother through me, I had some bad
news for him. I hadn’t seen or heard from Dave in months, ever since that day in court.
Good luck.
In any case, I had seen enough. My bad feelings about this were justified, and I
was going to tell Maharin to get lost. Of course, I still had no clue how to fix my skin,
and it looked like hell. Maybe I could use this information for leverage to get into the
reactor.
about the login code, wondering if it was the same Dr. Hoffman. I also wasn’t sure why
she was there. She didn’t have any abilities. She was just a researcher. Right?
Right?
Well, her file indicated something different from the other files. First were
pictures, and they weren’t all new. Some looked like they were five or ten years old. She
was posing in some, like they were friendly shots from a trip or dinner. Some seemed to
be edited, with someone or something cut out of the picture. Others seemed more
stalker-y than the shots of me or my friends, showing her alone at home or other
Ok, that was odd. It was all tabloid information, like personal stuff. There was
only one line later regarding anything that I expected. “Possible discovery of magical
training.”
All this made me want to call Rachel and warn her. I wouldn’t have to.
Right then, I felt a phone buzz in my pocket, but it wasn’t my phone. It was the
one that Ryan had given me, the one with the quick dial so I could reach him if I needed
help.
The only thing was that it was buzzing me now, and the caller was Ryan.
Chapter 22 – On the other side of town
As I was sneaking around the Maharin Institute, Rachel, Ryan, and Kevin were
working in her office. Tonight, they ran an experiment on Ryan, trying to get him to
“I don’t get why this isn’t working?” Even though she wasn’t doing any of the
“I don’t know, maybe it’ll just take some time to figure it out.”
Ryan was lying on the ground below a wall as he spoke. Kevin stuck to the wall
about him like Spiderman. For the past half hour, Kevin had tried to talk Ryan through
the process of creating a snare and projecting it from his hand to trap a book onto the
wall.
So far, Ryan had burned through a small library. “You need to project something
“Easy for you to say, Kev. I’ve always been good at burning stuff.”
Thing is, Ryan’s failure wasn’t frustrating Rachel. It was the fact that Ryan had
been able to teach Kevin how to walk on walls. It wasn’t exactly the same. When Ryan
did it, his feet would catch on fire and he’d run around like gravity no longer existed. For
Kevin, he’s just jump and stick on a wall, a lot more like a certain friendly, neighborhood
wall-crawler.
“This just doesn’t make sense,” said Rachel through clenched teeth. “All my
“Well, off your power measurement, you’re more powerful than Kevin.”
“Uh, ok.”
“But he can adapt your magic, while you can’t do anything with his. This
Ryan shrugged. “Power’s a funny thing, I guess. And didn’t you say that the
“Yes. And no. It isn’t accurate at high levels, but for your case, there’s nothing
in my hypothesis that’d explain why you’re not sticking things to walls.” Rachel fumed
and stormed about the lab. A few minutes later, she sat back down. “Sorry, I just get
Ryan put his arm around her. “It’s alright. Magic doesn’t always follow the laws
“Maybe, but effort doesn’t make things right. I’ve worked a long time at being
wrong.”
Ryan’s line didn’t seem to do much for Rachel. She still stormed around the lab.
So, he tried again. “Well, at least no one’s going to be asking you to teach a class on
magic training.”
This had an effect, but not the one he wanted. “Goddammit, that’s the last thing I
want to hear. Oh, teach us how to teach magic to people. We can make a lot of money
off this. I don’t know how to teach anything like this! I just know that it’s possible, and
that I have no clue how it works or what rules it follows, or even if there’s any logic to
this. I thought I knew. I thought I could teach some of the lower abilities, but I guess I
was wrong.”
“Well, uh, at least Astrial will get off your ass now.”
By him, she meant Maharin. She never referred to him by name. I guess it makes
sense.
The inference of Maharin made a few spark fly from Ryan’s fingertips. “Look, I
know you two dated before, but that was years ago. He’s got to be over you.”
“Like I told you before, I don’t want to talk about it. It was a mistake, and, yeah,
During all this, Kevin retreated to the back corners of the lab. He wanted to jump
in and ask about the unopened letters from the Maharin Institute sitting in in the trashcan
When she started taking readings off her equipment, he decided that she’d calmed
dribbling a basketball.”
“Ok, I can kick a 40 yard field goal. What can Dr. Maharin do?”
“You talk about him like he’s the big evil doctor, you toss out every letter his
institute sends you, his name drives you nuts. Yeah, I think it matters.”
“You really want to know?”
Rachel still didn’t seem to eager until Ryan touched her shoulder and said, “What
“What do you want to do? I don’t mean what you want to eat or watch on TV. I
“That’s sweet. But that’s not what you’ll be saying if Maharin gets a hold of you.
See, it won’t look like he’s doing shit, but he’ll be inside your head, doing flips with your
dreams and desires. He affects your will. He uses that to make you do things that you
never thought you’d do, that you never wanted to do, but once he’s inside, he makes you
want to do them.” Rachel’s eyes started to water. Ryan put his arm around her, but she
pushed him away. “That’s why he talks like some James Bond villain. He thinks that
helps him use his ability. Idiot, he can just do it sitting on his ass, just like he does every
“I don’t know. I never bothered to figure out, but I know it can’t be anything
good. He’s talking to everyone in government he can get his hands on. That’s probably
how he’s working with Astrial and all that. I don’t know why he’s still interested in my
stuff. Maybe I’m just further along than his goons at everything. Maybe he’s still got
something for me. Maybe he wants to offer the government something more. I don’t
nobody’s done shit about his goons coming in here and taking all my research? I filed
lawsuits and patent infringements, but they all got thrown out before I even got a day in
court. Why do you think that’s happened? Maybe he already controls everything!”
“Why? If he’s really in control, he’d want nobody to know. He’d want us all to
think that he’s just another bureaucrat or something, or maybe not even exist. That’d be
At this time, Ryan nodded to Kevin, telling him that they’d probably asked
enough questions and that they should probably try to calm Rachel down a bit before she
started blowing up at them. “Maybe we should get back to the experiment,” said Ryan.
“That’s a good idea.” They went back to the testing, but they didn’t get much
done the rest of the night. Rachel’s mind seemed somewhere else and Ryan couldn’t get
“Whatever.” Rachel flicked her finger, showing more interest in her fingertip
A few minutes later, they were walking to the parking lot, and Rachel was back
on the Maharin topic. I guess it never left her head. “Why can’t he just leave me alone?
Doesn’t he have anything better to do?” She said a lot more, but that’s all they
Next thing they knew, they were deep inside lot 9. As in every big university,
giant parking structures handle the flood of commuters, stacking their cars over a half
dozen levels. UCLA was no different. This structure also led underground, with rows of
walls and cars snaking downhill. This is where they parked that night. By this hour, a lot
of the commuters had left, though there were still cars all over the place. Also, the area
“It was pretty quiet on campus too. I wonder where everyone went?”
That’s when they saw a man approaching them. Though they couldn’t see his
“You’re not an old friend.” Rachel backed away with her finger extended as she
said this.
“Perhaps I am not, though many would disagree,” said Maharin as he stepped into
the light. “It matters little, however. I have come to discuss a business matter.”
“Such anger before you have even heard my proposition. I am here to offer you
funding and facilities, greater than you could ever imagine. A place where you will
practice groundbreaking research and gain discoveries to make your name a common
conversational topic.”
“You possess means of creating magicians, at least in the eyes of the media. I
seek to reveal the truth, for I know the process cannot be quite so simple.”
control over the proliferation of our condition, and would very much like know the truth,
which I’m sure, you would love to share. They would give you the power of their
world?”
“Not if it means working with you. This dream is nothing but lies. You would
control every bit of my research and squelch anything you didn’t want revealed to the
world. I know you better than that, and anyone would see through this. Did you really
think I would fall for such a simple trick? And did you think I wouldn’t be ready for
“No, suppose not.” Just then a half-dozen men stepped out from behind the walls
and took up positions next to Maharin. They all wore black suits and moved with a lot of
Kind of a weird looking goon squad, actually. Some of them weren’t that big,
Ryan and Kevin didn’t move a muscle. Actually, they looked frozen in place.
“Ry? Babe?”
Still nothing. They just stood there like statues, with only their eyes moving.
Across town, I got a buzz from the cellphone Ry gave me. The text held their
location and a pre-typed message – HELP! He must have sent it first or maybe he fought
through Maharin’s haze enough to press the button. I’m not sure.
Maharin and his goons started moving towards Rachel. “Surprised that your
Rachel didn’t respond. Instead, she stepped towards the goons and waved her
finger through the air in some wild pattern. Then she seemed to give the air a high five.
The goons were pretty close now, and she backed away.
The goons kept advancing toward Rachel, when suddenly, they couldn’t move
any closer.
“We can’t… go…” The goons extended their hands, stopped by a transparent
glow of violet. They looked like mimes, feeling an invisible wall. But this was barrier
currently backing away from him. He focused on her finger, now glowing with a hint of
violet. He turned back to the wall, and squinted. “You cast a spell.”
Everyone squinted at the wall and saw it – Chinese characters reading, “Wall.”
“Perhaps that is your gift. And perhaps that explains your interest in the various
abilities across our world. I see you and I are quite the same.” Maharin said all this with
a proud gaze.
Rachel started down the goons, who now eyed her with caution. She held her
finger high, with its tip glowing bright. This time everyone could see what she was
writing – the character for fire. When she hit the character with her palm, liquid flames
poured from her hand, and she drew a line in front of herself, just daring anyone to cross.
With a smirk, she glared at her attackers. “Well, what are you waiting for, boys?”
Chapter 23 – I Never Thought I’d Do This in Lot 9
West LA is always busy. The 405/10 intersection is one of the biggest parking
lots in the world. UCLA students sometimes drive an hour to get to Santa Monica, and
that’s only five miles away. Bumper to bumper traffic floods the streets, even past
midnight.
Except tonight.
I blew through another red light because there was no one waiting and no one
coming. I didn’t know why at the time, but I didn’t like it.
Back on campus, Rachel created a standoff. Although the goons could break
through her walls, it took a while and occasionally required smashing a car against it to
knock it down. Then there was fire, streams and flows of molten heat. One of the goons
could extinguish them with a blast of snow, but this too took time.
Unfortunately for Rachel, she was being backed into a corner at the bottom of the
structure.
Maharin sneered at her. “There is not escape for you. Why do you keep fighting?
things? If you were so great, then why are you hiding behind those goons?”
“Great men know when act, and when to step back. No man can do everything
himself. The wise man knows when to allow his comrades to do their jobs. If you were
around the world? The reason is quite obvious. You possess the gift of creating spells.
As you write your characters, you are able to channel the talents of others into your own
personal magic. As you encounter more gifts, you gain more power. You do not care
about teaching or learning or anything of the kind. You merely concern yourself with the
Quite wise, I must say, but you forget the mark of wisdom. You are only as
powerful as yourself, in this case. You may have all our gifts, but to defeat a larger group
requires quite some more help. Can you fight us all alone?”
“This is what I know. I thought I would need to control your ability to create
more magicals, but instead, I find that I need to control you. Perhaps that is the solution.”
“No, if you could control me, you would have done it already. You’re just
wasting time letting your goons chip away at my defenses. You’ve only got the power to
hold two people. If you could hold three, I’d be stuck in my tracks and you’d drag my
ass into your little hole for this conversation. Maybe I’ve got you figured out.
And oh, I do give a damn about magic, not just so I can learn them, but just so I
can know. Remember that bit of science, where just learning is its own reward? And no,
happen.”
Rachel took another step back. “Really? And oh, it’s not Ms. Hoffman. It’s
Doctor Hoffman.” She turned and swung her fist into a box by her side – labeled
Campus Security. A blaring siren filled the structure and probably the surrounding half-
mile. Strobe lights flashed all over the walls. Rachel glared back at Maharin.
A minute later, the siren stopped, leaving only the strobe lights. “It’s a silent
Maharin stood at ease as his goons continued chipping away at Rachel’s walls.
Initially, she smirked at them, waiting for the cavalry. However, after ten minutes, she
looked worried.
“Shut up.” She turned a glance at Ryan and Kevin, whose eyes were turned
“You’re now wondering about other workers or students. Surely they must have
Rachel kept pacing. She knew she wanted to know, but at the same time, she
didn’t.
“Then I’ll tell you. I whispered to everyone in Westwood to stay inside or leave
Rachel snapped back, “That’s impossible. There’s no way to affect that many
“No, it is quite possible because the people are sheep. You know this quite well.
How many of them have contacted you for a magical give based on a single news
broadcast? How little it takes to bend their will, you would be quite surprised. Seeing,
unfortunately, is believing. Your friends being here makes it oh so much more difficult.
But for the typical American sitting at home in front of a television with a super-sized
Rachel wanted to yell back at Maharin, to tell him that this was completely
impossible, that he was mad and would soon be in jail. Unfortunately, the facts did not
support her wish. Hitting the alarm generally meant help within one minute. At the very
least, someone should have come by for their own car. But no one was around. No help
would be coming.
She decided that she only had one possible outlet. “Fine, if I’m going down,
you’re all coming with me.” She drew fire characters with both hands and flames poured
Maharin didn’t seem concerned. “Are you really going to burn down this entire
structure?”
take my chances.”
“I see. Unfortunately, concrete does not readily burn, and your flame abilities
Dammit! The flames ceased and her shoulders slumped. She was out of options
That’s when I showed up. I think the sound of the fire masked the screeching of
my tires around the corners because I was bearing down on them by the time they saw
me.
A few of them jumped out of the way as I ran towards them. Some had to roll on
Unfortunately, one guy was smart. He stood his ground and kicked at my car
The entire front of the car collapses and I spun off to the side. I think I ended up
crashing through one of Rachel’s barriers and plastering myself against a wall. Not
But it was enough to knock Maharin off his feet. That broke his concentration
and Ryan and Kevin jumped into action. Ryan started firing at everything, setting cars on
fire, sending debris flying with explosions, and generally making a big mess. Kevin
jumped on walls and the roof, firing snares at everyone, and though he didn’t hit anyone,
stopped in her tracks. Looking at Maharin, you could see that it took a lot more than he
expected to keep her in place, but despite her efforts, she couldn’t move.
The goons had trained for this. Now that they had a moment to organize, they
took up flanking positions, spreading out to minimize the effect of Ryan’s fire. He tried
to slide up a wall, but one goon shot a ice-beam or something and froze the wall. Ryan
fell right off. This ice magician also managed to create sheets of cold, deflecting or
absorbing Ryan’s fire. No matter what Ryan tried, his efforts were stopped.
Kevin leapt into action, climbing on the ceiling. Ryan fired wildly, burning the
ground and opening a path for Kevin. As he scrambled on the ceiling, he passed over
most of the goon and almost made it to Rachel. That’s when he heard a scream from
Ryan.
While fire and ice were neutralizing each other, the goons found another weapon.
Ryan jumped out the way as a car smashed into the wall inches behind him. The goons
pushed another car, making him dive for safety. That gave the ice mage a chance to
Kevin looked back, wondering if he should go back to help his friend. He froze
for the moment of indecision. Suddenly, a car flew through the air and smashed him into
the ceiling. They fell back down to the ground, leaving a bloodstained dent on the
concrete.
That’s when I finally got out of my wreck of a car. I saw Ryan encased in ice. I
saw Kevin’s body lying on the ground. I thought that my friends had died attempting one
“Maharin!”
I ripped away any bits of steel still holding me to the car and stormed towards
Maharin. “What the fuck have you done?!? What the fuck are you doing?!?!”
looking them over to plan a defense, but they didn’t attack. They just stood there,
forming a wall.
Keeping my eyes on the goons, I yelled, “Why did you kill my friends?”
“I did not kill them. They showed a lack of cooperation and were unfortunately
“They are deputies of the state department by way of Astrial, making them law
“I had not planned on any deaths tonight, merely a business discussion with Ms.
Hoffman.”
Maharin continued. From what I saw, he didn’t move his mouth when he spoke.
“But your arrival does accelerate my plans, somewhat, for you were my prize recruit. Do
you not realize what good we could do together? How many lives could be saved by our
cooperation? Is that not what you want? To save lives? To help the people of our city?
You could be helping the citizens of our country, perhaps our entire world. This is what
you want.”
Maharin’s words echoed through my head. I tried to tune him out, but they blared
“Why are you fighting yourself? These are your dreams and desires, not mine.
But on your own, you find yourself stymied by the law. With me, you will create the
law, a law that will give you the freedom you desire. This is what you have always
desired.”
“What are you doing? Get out of my head!” I think I said this. I’m not sure.
Actually, I’m not sure about anything that happened here except for Maharin’s voice in
my head.
“Let go, Dr. Shao. Let go of your apprehension and frustration. Release the cuffs
binding you to your poor existence and come to a better place. This is not your destiny.
This is not your obligation. This is your dream. Make it your life.”
And that’s when everything went blank. I have no recollection of what happened
next.
Chapter 24 – Rachel’s Story
I don’t know why I’m writing this. Steve asked me to, and I owe him one I guess,
so here goes. He said I’d be more fair than he’d be about this whole thing. He’s right.
Development at UCLA. In English, that means my research is about magic, both the
skills it grants, and the people who use it. I gained my publicity through my theory that
magic in itself was a gift, not just a collection of different gifts to be classified as magic
perform other magical skills provided that I’ve learned them and that I’m capable of
doing them. Or in other words, I can cast spells, providing that they’re not above my
level. Yeah, there’s no levels or anything like that, but I’ve found that this seems to make
magic to people already demonstrating magical abilities. From the research, the answer
is… maybe. Steve seems to be able to learn anything. Others have some limitations, but
something can generally be taught. I know, this isn’t supposed to be about my research,
Dr. John Maharin, former Astrial regional chief, took a special interest in the fact
that abilities could be taught. I believe that he either wanted to use this create a special
force of magical troops, or perhaps offer this training to others for a price. The exact
motivation will never be known, but I do know that he accosted me one night in Lot 9 at
UCLA. You might have seen the aftermath in the news, and Steve has written about
what he remembers about this, so here’s the parts you might not know about. I suppose
I’d have to be the one to write it since I saw the whole thing, and this is about as close as
Looking at Steve’s notes, here’s where he left off. I was stuck in the corner,
unable to move, and he was blacking out. Ryan sat inside a giant block of ice, and
Kevin…
That’s a sad story. Kevin was the king in high school, the best athlete, dated the
prettiest girls, but once he got to college, he wasn’t as smart as Steve, or as reckless as
Ryan. He had a hard time adjusting to being average. Once magic came around, he
wasn’t as powerful as the others either. Still, he went out and fought as hard as anyone.
Unfortunately, once he met opponents with more power, he lost. I only hope he didn’t
Steve looked ready to rip Maharin to pieces when he saw Kevin’s body lying on
the ground. That’s when Maharin focused his energy on him, and stopped him in his
tracks.
While he did this, I could feel my legs coming back to me. In another second, I’d
be able to run. I hoped that Steve could keep on fighting, even if just for a few more
seconds. When I moved my foot, I felt my hope return, I mean, I’d never been so happy
my last bit of will, I turned around and saw Steve lying in the ground. Maharin and his
men walked around him like he wasn’t a threat, and all the hope drained out of me again.
Then Steve started to move. The others looked down at him, but none of them
Maharin seemed awfully happy, which made me feel down. “Stand up, my
Steve stood up. He looked over Maharin and his people. And then he started
laughing. This wasn’t just a little chuckle, no, this was like when someone’s really
For the first time tonight, Maharin looked worried. His men spread out, forming a
Steve just kept laughing. For almost a minute, he kept going and going. Then,
but it didn’t seem to have any effect. Finally, he asked, “Will you join us?”
Out of nowhere, a flying car smashed into Steve, carrying him along, and
flattening both of them against the wall. I couldn’t see exactly, but I knew a few of
Maharin’s men had thrown it. What I did see was another man redirecting the car in the
air so it’d hit on mark. Oh, and obviously I could see the mangled mess against the wall
Maharin shook his head and snapped his finger. His men turned their attention to
me and started marching. I knew this would be where I got taken away to some basement
And just then, when I was lost in my panic, I heard it again. Laughter. It was the
same laughter I’d heard a minute ago from Steve. All eyes turned back to the mangled
car, and some of the men took up their defensive positions again. But the car didn’t
move. No, that would have been the logical thing to occur.
Steve walked through the mangled mess, like right through the car like he was a
ghost. It made sense on one hand. He could phase his hand, why not his whole body?
But no one was thinking about this because he looked terrible. And by terrible, I mean
scary. His skin was gone or ripping off in sheets, showing nothing but a dark mess of
flesh underneath. Yeah, his clothes were all ripped up or burned, but that only let us see
more of his skin, or whatever it was. His face was the worst, with patches of skin intact,
Now, I know that’s just his skin, but I still don’t like looking at it.
That night though, I was freaking out. There had already been plenty enough to
scare me for a lifetime. This was just what I did not need. I spent so much time staring
at him that I didn’t notice Ryan melting himself out of that block of ice. He said that he
used an ‘inner fire’ skill to survive the freezing, and then just slowly melted his way out.
paid really good attention to him that day. He looked over Maharin’s men and sneered at
them, almost like they were something beneath him and disgusting. “Which one of you
One of Maharin’s men flinched. I don’t even think it was the man who threw it.
Just like that, the mangled mess of a car flew towards that man at over a hundred
miles an hour. It completely wiped him out, crushing him against some cars and leaving
a trail of blood.
Thinking about it now, Steve probably reduced the car’s mass to that of a
baseball, increased his strength at the same time, and turned that lump of scrap-iron into a
missile.
Maharin backed away from this. I could tell by his weakening grasp on my body
that he was scared. The more his emotions trembled, the more I could wiggle my limbs.
I could almost break free. Almost. Maharin must have been able to hang onto his
“You cannot possibly expect to defeat all of us.” Maharin sounded sure of this. I
Steve didn’t say a word. He just reached down through the concrete at his feet
and felt around. Then he ripped a 15 foot steel girder out of the ground like he was
pulling out a weed. Other girders around that one popped out of the ground like roots,
and the concrete gave way and shattered into pieces. This also made a small earthquake,
Steve walked away from the concrete trough he made towards an undamaged
area. He dragged the girder behind as he walked. Once he reached an undamaged spot,
“Get him, now!” Instead of his normal tone, Maharin screamed this order. His
men charged at Steve. When the first guy got close, Steve flicked his wrist, turning the
girder into a fly swatter. I’ve never seen a human sail through the air like that. Then he
swung it back, ripping through cars, showering the area with debris.
Maharin’s men retreated after seeing this. They retreated further when he bowled
the girder at them. Thought they were able to run to safety, Steve used the distraction to
find another girder and pull it out of the ground. Over and over, he ripped the girders out
“What are you doing? You’ll bring down this whole place!” When Maharin said
this, I was finally able to move. It was just a walk, and every step was a struggle, but I
could move.
Steve didn’t respond. He just kept pulling out girders and swatting away
Maharin’s men.
“Don’t you care about your friends? You’ll kill them too!”
Steve looked right at Maharin. Then with a shrug, he smiled from ear to ear.
out its support. I wasn’t going to make it out in time. But then Ryan came out of
nowhere, picked me up, and with his feet blazing, we shot up walls and through holes
Behind us, the whole structure started to come down. Once it started falling, the
whole thing fell and kicked up a giant cloud of dust. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
one of Maharin’s men carrying him out to safety, running at maybe a hundred miles an
hour. I wanted to shoot at Maharin, like a firebolt or something, but the dust cloud
It was then that I finally got a good look at Ryan. He moved alright, but his skin
wasn’t doing so well. There were huge areas of frostbite on his face and his hands looked
Either he thought we were safe near the sculpture garden or his strength gave out
because we both fell to the ground. He stayed down too. I knew he was in a lot of pain.
But his mind was on something else. “Did you see Steve?”
“I don’t know. He was bringing down lot 9 the last time I saw him.”
“No, did you see what he did to those that actually got close?” Ryan started
took a swing at Steve. I think he just phased out or something, because the guy didn’t hit
“He ripped him apart? I wouldn’t have thought he was that cruel.”
“No. He did something to the guy’s skeleton, like increased its mass or
something. The man’s ribcage ripped right through his body and down to the floor. I
think it must have weighted a ton because it crashed through the concrete. The guy just
screamed in pain, as best as he could with no lungs, and crumpled to the ground. I don’t
even know if he died, but there’s no way he could have survived. Maharin did something
I’ve thought a long time about what happened that night. Maharin was trying to
control Steve, and I know he’d been trying to chip away at Steve’s will for a long time.
The plan must have been to break his will, and then he’d have no reason to say no to
Maharin. Looking at his writings about psychology that the police found in his office, he
believed that people were sheep looking for a shepherd. If one revealed himself, and
there was no reason not to follow him, then the sheep would just flock around.
It must have worked a lot. Maharin had a dozen bills ready to go through
government at different levels to give him way more power than the politicians would
have every wanted to give up. But Steve must have been something different. As best as
I can figure it out, his will was holding him back from doing what he could have been
doing the whole time. There is no reason that he can’t walk right into any country,
destroy their entire army, and take over. The explanation for this is simple, and I can’t
there’s no way we can stop him. Even with all my power, even with a nuke, there’s
That’s what scares me. If he really wanted to take over or kill us all, there’s
nothing we could do to stop him. The only thing stopping him is himself.
As I took a look at Ryan, I heard a helicopter flying overhead. I think there was a
marker on it, reading US State Dept, or maybe Astrial. Right when it was over us, a giant
tongue of fire struck the rotors, shearing them off, sending the helicopter plummeting to
the ground. It landed about 500 feet from us with a sickening crunch. I took a peek back
up at the sky and noticed that the fire had formed a pair of serpentine dragons, almost
sneering down at the wreckage below. The dragons retreated back towards a path headed
our way.
Then the air grew quiet. I might have heard a pair of footsteps approaching.
Maybe not, maybe it was just my heart, but I knew he was coming. I did hear the sound
of sirens approaching.
I hid. I didn’t know what to do. He looked worse than before. His clothes and
body were a mess of shredded cloth, peeling skin, and streaks and patches of black. I
wonder if he saw me? I know he saw Ryan, but he walked right past him like a stranger.
Maharin was still alive. He said something like, “So, is this where you finish
me?”
Steve didn’t respond for a long moment. He finally said, “You know what I
think?”
“Why don’t you tell me? The last request of a dying man.”
Steve thought for a moment. Then he ripped a block of concrete out of the
ground and flattened what was left of the helicopter and Maharin.
And he stood there. He spent a good minute or two looking down at his
A few minutes later, police arrived. Paramedics from the UCLA hospital arrived
soon after than. With Maharin gone, everything worked the way it was supposed to,
though the wreck of lot 9 made them take another route through campus.
I was scared.
Fortunately, it seemed like he was himself again. Or at least he acted like himself.
He went right up to Ryan’s gurney, looked him over, and asked how he was doing. The
paramedics almost ran away when they saw him, but eventually, they did their jobs and
took Ryan to the hospital. I guess I can’t blame them. Something in me wanted to run
away also when I saw him, even if I didn’t know what he just did.
Steve doesn’t remember any of this. Maybe he’s just repressing it, I don’t know.
Maybe when your brain gets scrambled like that, the parts that normally work go to sleep,
and the deeper parts do all the thinking. Perhaps there’s different layers that make up
what we are. Maharin would have been the one to answer this. He manipulated minds to
gain power, though his one mistake cost him dearly. You live by the sword, you die by
the sword.
About why Steve acted the way he did, I still have no answers. People ask me
this all the time, but I still have nothing to say. One theory is that something in his mind
knew he was trying to be controlled by a weaker entity. No one likes that, so to show
dominance, the stronger entity will attack the weaker and defeat it, demonstrating it’s
power. Another theory is that this is what Steve is really all about, and that we all need to
be scared. I don’t know about this one, but I wouldn’t be tinkering around his brain, even
if I did have those abilities. Maybe everyone’s just scared still. People were scared when
magic showed up. Once someone showed some real, dangerous power, such as
invincibility, to the world, it’s natural that the world would react with fear.
Maybe I’m writing this to tell people not to fear him. I don’t know.
I still have a lot of questions about that day. I don’t know how he got out of that
berserker rage. I don’t know how the police and courts seemed to completely ignore all
I do remember the headline on the LA Times the next day. “Spellcaster Destroys
UCLA BUILDING.” A reporter got to cops and saw the surveillance footage, showing
Steve wrecking the place, and so they ran the headline without much of a story. People
never did get the full story, but the article did have one effect. From that day on, the
No matter what I do, the chunk of memory from that night is gone. Corrupted,
just like Vista does to your hard drive. The official story is that everything’s a blank
from the time Maharin got inside my head to the point I showed up and was myself again.
Yeah, that’s not totally true. Then again, it’s not totally false.
me remember how to take something or someone apart. I touch a building and can feel
the girders and support beams, and this doesn’t require phasing or anything. Every time I
treat a patient, I somehow know how to make them better, but I also know how to make
The night this all happened, I came back to consciousness in a grove of trees near
the business school. I remember being totally disoriented, like I didn’t know who I was,
where I was, what had happened, or pretty much anything else. Thanks to the dark, I
couldn’t see my skin or else that might have sent my mind spinning a bit. I was just
sitting on the ground, a nice bed of leaves, and staring at the ground.
I actually don’t remember any of that. The first conscious thought I recall is that
of purring. All around me, I felt the purring of a cat. The first thing I saw was a gray
fluff moving about, almost like a living shadow. I watched the blur for a while, but then I
saw a pair of yellow globes staring up at me. I looked into it’s eyes as it pawed gently at
my hand.
“Where am I?”
Now, I don’t remember it speaking, but I could have sworn that cat told me to
relax.
“What happened?” Note – I don’t remember saying this out loud. I might have.
I didn’t think it was weird to talk to a cat either. I do it all the time at work.
The cat just kept asking me to relax. As I did, I started coming to my senses. I
remembered that Ryan and Rachel were in trouble. That’s when I jumped to my feet and
Follow me. The cat ran off down through the trees. I sprinted after it. Not long
after, I could see the flashing lights of the ambulance as the paramedics loaded Ryan
inside.
“Thanks!”
You’re welcome.
The cat ducked into some bushes and I ran to the ambulance. I never saw that cat
again, but since then, cats have given me a once over anytime I pass by. They also don’t
Paramedics are a different story. A few of them almost had a heart attack when
they saw me. They might have relaxed a bit when I talked to Ryan, but not by much. As
they were leaving, I said I’d follow and meet them at the hospital.
going through my head, it felt way longer than the normal fifteen or twenty minutes. The
cops told me about all I’d done, how I killed Maharin, but that they could wait till later to
take a statement from me. None of them ordered me to come to their station, and they
I noticed a few people wandering about campus during my walk. They all ran as
I’m sure it was due to my skin. I finally took a look at my reflection against a
window. Damn, it looked bad. Even without it though, seeing a guy wandering about
with shredded clothes probably would have caused a similar reaction. I can’t blame
But as bad as this was, my friends were hurt. And to make it worse, they were
scared of me. I tried to think of a way out, but I didn’t have anything.
The only person who didn’t run away was a photographer who shot a picture as I
entered the hospital. This was the one that made it onto the Times and every other
Inside the hospital, the nurses seemed to want to run, but they often were trapped
“I’m sorry,” said a nurse. “We don’t uh, normally give out information. You
be back. But a few minutes later, she reappeared. I think I saw a doctor whisper
something to her and push her towards me before bailing down a hallway.
“Your friends, one Mr. Douglas and our Dr. Hoffman, the professor?”
“Yeah, there’s another too. Kevin Hernandez. Have you heard anything?”
“Mr. Douglas is being treated for frost burns. Eventually, he’ll need severe skin
grafting. Dr. Hoffman suffers only minor injuries, physically, but she appears to have
“But Kevin?”
“She also told me to tell you that Kevin’s dead. She says it wasn’t your fault.”
That was the first time I ever lost a good friend. My memory’s kind of blurry
after that, but I know I stormed around the hospital for a while. Eventually, I stood
The next thing I noticed was a small object sailing at my head. I caught it – a cell
phone.
I looked up to see Brad standing nearby. He seemed as relaxed as always, and not
at all surprised by my appearance. Then again, he was the only person standing near me.
Brad didn’t even look down when he said, “I think your brother wants to meet up
with you.”
“How am I even getting to Washington?” I pulled out what was left of my wallet,
keys, and cell phone. Them, like my clothes, didn’t quite phase out with me, and were
Brad didn’t look concerned. “Let me take you to the airport. I’m sure they’ll
As usual, Brad knew. He always knows. The first sunshine of morning cracked
the sky during the drive. That meant that morning paper deliveries and newscasts
covered the city. That meant that my face, in its current state, was now quite famous.
I realized this when I stepped out of Brad’s car at LAX. A few skycaps took one
look at me, yelled something that didn’t really make sense but seemed really freaked out,
and bolted away. The terminal sat pretty empty this early in the morning, but a minute
Sort of. They kept their distance, making it more like I had a halo of people
surrounding me. A few of the airport cops held their guns, though they looked more
confused than anything. Their captain yelled at them, “Put that shit away. Didn’t you
hear the news? Nothing hits this guy.” They lowered their guns, but some of them still
the airport until I finally found a manned counter. The lady behind the desk froze when I
Before I could reach her, the captain asked me, “What do you want.”
The captain sprinted for the counter, arriving before me. He said something to the
lady, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t hear a word from him.
My question was a lot simpler. “I need a ticket on your next flight to Washington
DC.”
I wonder what my expression looked like, trashed skin and all. The lady froze for
a moment, but once she looked down at her screen, she seemed to be typing quickly. Not
sure if she was looking for a flight for me or just calling for more help. I distinctly
A few minutes later, she looked up and said, “We have a plane for you.” Security
led me past the metal detector and other gates and right onto the tarmac. A 737 sat alone,
away from everything else. A few fire trucks sat around the plane’s vicinity along with a
But it did get me a free flight into DC. Of course, there were no stewardesses or
anyone else on my flight. The pilots stayed locked inside their cockpit. I yelled to them,
“Hey, are we cool? I don’t want you flying me to the middle of nowhere and then bailing
out.”
I heard a yell back. “We’ll fly you to Washington DC, just like you want. We
won’t give you any trouble, but regulations say we can’t open this door either.”
I could have just walked through the door, but I gave them the benefit of the
doubt. During the flight, I raided every fridge on the plane. They had peanuts, lunch
boxes, sandwiches, and with no one to serve me, I just helped myself to as much as I
wanted.
I received a similar reception from security at Dulles. The plane landed, rolled
away from the terminals, and I got dumped outside on the tarmac. Guards watched me as
But this time, the public had a different response. Security had to clear a path for
me as people shot pictures with cell phones and yelled, “Hey, Spellcaster, over here!”
A guy got through the cops and came up to me with a pen and paper. “Can I get
your autograph?”
I signed it for him, but I wonder if he was disappointed that it read Steve Shao?
But yeah, I guess a little destruction brings a lot of infamy, and infamy has always
been one big element of fame. Most of the people didn’t seem scared to see me either.
The taxi driver didn’t get the memo. When I walked towards his cab, he took one
look at me and jumped out of his car. Not a problem. I just took his cab to the Capitol
and left it outside. As I went up the steps, I saw another cab pull up and the taxi driver
jump back into his car. Guess it’s good to have friends.
The secret service met me outside the Capitol. “I’m sorry, you can’t go in there.”
“Why not? I’m a citizen?”
“I’m just looking for my brother, and what are going to do anyway?”
These were the only guys not to bolt when they saw me coming. Of course, it
wasn’t too hard to push them aside. I knew all of them pulled guns on me, but none of
them fired. Maybe they’d gotten the memo that I couldn’t be hurt? Maybe me
wandering about looking for my brother wasn’t exactly a threatening stance. “Hey,
anyone see my brother? He looks like me, except…” Oh yeah, I looked like hell. He
agents. Now most of the agents are serious, but these guys took it to a whole new level.
“Or what?”
They all moved back their coats, showing sub-machine guns. “Turn around
now!”
I think it surprised them a bit when I didn’t even seem to care. At least that’s
what I thought for a second. Then a voice came from behind me. “Or what? Are you
I turned around and shouted, “Ok, I’m here. Now what? Are you turning
yourself in?”
Dave didn’t hear me. He was too busy taunting the agents. “Come on, big man,
all tough-guy with that MP-5. You going to stop us from talking to the senators? You
know they’re all just stealing our taxes, right?” He pushed a few of them right in the
chest as he walked by. “Come on, anyone want to take on the champ? I kicked the asses
Yeah, secret service agents don’t like that. They all whipped out their guns and
leveled them at my brother. Everyone else in the area ran for the door.
“The only talking that’s going to happen is with my foot up their asses!”
“These pussies won’t do shit. Watch.” Dave proceeded to throw a trashcan at the
I’m not sure what happened next. Maybe it was a reflex to seeing my brother go
down. I think I yelled, “No!” I do know that I shot a pair of flaming dragons from my
When I regained my senses, every wall and door around was either destroyed or
crumbling or burning. The agents peeked out from behind cover at me, and a lot of their
clothing still smoldered. Flames still covered my hands, but since no one made a move at
I glared at all the agents. “Come on, bitches. How tough are you now? Don’t
One agent tried to come around the wall. I threw a block of concrete at him,
“Come on, what are you waiting for. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.
But then I felt a hand pat me on the back. I spun around, ready to strike, but I
stopped just as quick. It was Dave. His face and clothes were covered with blood, but he
was standing and seemed unhurt. He wiped his face with his sleeve, and there wasn’t a
Now, I was as confused as the Agents. I think I said something, but it didn’t
You know that evening news shot of Congress? The one where the congressmen
sit in a semicircle of wooden desks, all nice and orderly, democrats on one side,
republicans on the other, and they all listen to someone talk on the floor in front of
everyone? Yeah, the day we went in, it looked nothing like that.
The politicians were scrambling about, climbing over chairs, tables and each
other, all trying to find an exit or a place to hide. There were a few agents trying to
maintain order, but their guns came out once they saw us. A few politicians shrieked like
“Relax, everyone, I’m not here to hurt you.” Dave spoke a little louder than
usual, loud enough that it seemed like everyone in the room could hear him clearly
through despite the clatter. “Take your seats, you don’t want to miss the show.”
The politicians still looked clueless, and a lot of them blocked our path down to
the floor. This didn’t stop Dave. He floated up in the air, right over everyone and
shouted down, “My friends, bureaucrats, politicians in bed with special interests or
banging interns, lend me your ears and your eyes. I am here to demonstrate to you the
power of the new evolution. Magic. You can deny the stories, you can squash the
reports, but you can’t forget what you see. There is no trick. You know your secret
service boys, and boy are there a lot of them in here right now. You know your building
that my little bro here nicely chopped up for you. Now, I’ve got a trick for you. I am Mr.
Go.”
My brother’s grandstanding got them all to stop and stare up at him. Thing is,
politicians really don’t like anyone taking the stage from them, especially in their own
house, especially when they suddenly had a hundred agents rushing in with machine guns
backing them up. They started screaming at my brother. “Get him out of here!” “What
gives you the right to speak to us like this?” “Liar! Terrorist!” “Use whatever force you
Dave raised his hands and took in the sounds. Then he flew, or maybe teleported,
down to the floor. I say that because he moved faster than we could see. “Thank you for
your cheers, for you will see something truly amazing. Now, you may have heard the
stories, about how I escaped from your best supermax prison. Or maybe how I started a
But today’s trick has nothing to do with escapes or fighting. Today, I will cheat
death. Watch as I heal my own wounds and pull my own body back together. Shudder
You might ask yourself, is this real? Can this be true? It’s every bit as real as
You might wonder if this hurts? It hurts as bad as it looks. This is real, baby.
By now, the agents surrounded my brother on the floor. They kept their distance
from me. Not that I blame them. Still, I was in no mood to fight. I leaned back against a
agents, currently pointing his pistol right at Dave’s head. “You, my friend, will assist me
“Shut up, asshole! You’re under arrest. Turn around and put your hands in the
air.”
“Very well, Mr. Asshole, now let me tell you what to do. I’m giving you five free
shots at me. Not one, not two, but five. Take anything you want. Nine millimeter to the
head? Sure! Shotgun blast? Go for it! Be creative. If you decide you’ve had enough,
feel free to stop, but remember, I’m being fair. I figure that if you imbeciles haven’t
figured it out after five shots, then there’s really no point continuing, and maybe we need
No one moved. None of the agents or politicians really knew what to do, but
“Come, Mr. Asshole, you may have the first shot.” Dave moved right in front of
the captain. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road.” He then reached out and
grabbed the captain’s gun. It was probably a reflex to someone grabbing his gun, but the
captain fired.
BOOM
Blood sprayed out the back of Dave’s head and he slumped to the ground.
But a few seconds later, his body started moving. A few seconds after that, he sat
up. Then, wiping his head on his sleeve, he stood up and looked pretty much ok, well,
maybe just a little bloody. He bowed and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.
BOOM A shotgun blast nailed him in the gut, slamming him against the wall. He
looked dead, but just like the last time, he stood up, cleaned himself up as best as he
could, and bowed. “Yo, I’m getting kind of messy here. Anyone got a towel?”
beating Dave over the head with his baton, over and over, smashing and swinging, until
the baton bent and he could hit no more. He glared down at Dave, hands bleeding from
the impact, teeth clenched and breath racing. It made no difference. Dave got up and
smiled.
“I’m not going to bother cleaning myself off, I don’t think there’s anything clean
on me anymore. But I’ll just count that as one. Two more, anything else? Anymore?”
I thought I heard some buzzing in the crowd about an airstrike, but then a voice
from the back of the room filled the hall. “That’s enough.” It was a familiar voice to all
of us. It was the President. “I think we all believe you now, so why don’t we go
None of the other politicians had much to say. Dave started strutting up toward
the exit, walking all cocky and stuff. That’s when a blast of fire knocked him off his feet
Yeah, I shot my brother, but he got up. It took a little longer for him to fix
himself, and he was like butt naked, so everyone got a good laugh at his expense. He
deserved it after all the crap he put me through, especially dragging me across the country
During the walk across the mall, Dave asked me why I shot him. I said it’s
A few minutes later, I sat in the Oval Office with my brother and the President.
He looked quite presidential, just like on TV. Dave looked like an idiot in his US Capitol
t-shirt and sweats, but otherwise looked pretty clean. There wasn’t a scratch on him. I
The President nodded to his Secret Service Agents and didn’t seem the least bit
concerned. I can’t say the same for the agents. “Are you sure, sir? We can stand here
and watch.”
“Go. Now.”
Oddly enough, the President didn’t seem the least bit surprised by my appearance.
He looked me over and did the same to my brother. Something about that look set me on
my heels. I’m not sure if it was magic, or maybe that’s just what happens when you meet
the president.
the only reason for you pulling a stunt like that, so here I am. What do you have to say?”
Before Dave could say anything, I jumped in. “I got a few questions for you.
What the hell is going on with Astrial and all that shit?”
“Astrial is our agency to regulate magicians such as yourself. Especially after
your antics today, I doubt you have any evidence to argue otherwise.”
“You mean Dr. John Maharin? I believe you killed him yesterday.”
“You were working with Maharin, the man who was trying to take over, trying
turn me into his zombie, the man who killed and injured my friends, the man who’s made
my life hell.”
I think I paused a moment to seethe. Then the words just poured out. “You must
have known that he was just advancing his own agenda. How couldn’t you tell that he
was just tricking you into funding his own drive to become the leader of all things
magical, if not the whole country? Why did you give him all that power and authority?
“That’s quite a bit to respond to, but to address your first question, yes, of course
we knew.”
“To be honest, Dr. Shao, if you look at most of the government’s dealings,
especially with foreign entities, you’ll find cooperation with people who are only out for
their own interests, so this isn’t anything new for my administration. As to why we
worked with him, we needed a way to manage the magical growth of our nation. He
tracked each one of the most powerful magicians in the country, including yourself. This
will always be important information for us, so we had to get it no matter what the cost.
But we also knew the nature of our associate. There were always protocols and means to
The President sat up straight in his chair. “You seem to have controlled his
aggressions quite well. I don’t think I need to explain this any further.”
He was right, and I had nothing more to say. What could I do, yell at him? He
knew exactly what he was doing, why he was doing it, and maybe I could disagree with
Dave, on the other hand, was just getting warmed up. “You’re talking about
means of controlling your cohorts, but what about those beyond control?”
“Well, Mr. Go, I believe that’s what you prefer to be called, I suppose you’re
“That’s right, and my bro, of course. Now, you just saw with your own eyes that
you can’t kill us. Law and order depends on a deterrent to exact control. That usually
means jail or getting shot. Well, you’ve tried both and you saw what happened. That
means you can’t control us. Hell, you’ll can’t even touch us. So what are you going to
do?”
“Excuse me?”
“What are you going to do? You’re in a room with two gods amongst men. You
can chuck every bullet, missile, or bomb at us, and it’ll just piss us off. We’re still
president. He sat motionless for a moment. Then when he spoke, he just had this to say.
Yeah, my brother didn’t expect this. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t
The president stood up and stared my brother down. “I’ll ask you again. What
are you going to do? Are you going to attack America? Fight against every citizen
unless we bow down to you? Well, come on. Bring it. Kick our ass. Destroy every
tank, every soldier, on every single block, in every single city across the land. Go ahead.
We can’t stop you, can we? Why don’t you destroy us?
That’s right. Because you still need someplace to live. If you trash America, then
what? Move to London? Sydney? It’ll only be a matter of time before you piss them
off, they rise up against you, and then you have to beat them all down, just like us, all
over again. And that will keep going on until you’ve destroyed every city in every little
Then what? Where will you live? You might be able to blow us back to the stone
age, but then you’ll be stuck in the stone age as well. You don’t seem the type who lives
You want your luxury hotel. You want a 72-inch flat screen HDTV in front of
your leather couch. You want gourmet meals, single-malt shots, thousand dollar bottles,
all the shit this world can pack together. And if you kick our asses, it’ll all be gone.
Don’t think the people won’t fight you. People have been fighting occupation
forces for all your years, and even your grand-daddy’s. They don’t care if there’s no
chance at survival. They’ll blow up their own ass just to piss you off. Bet that’ll be a lot
So, come on. Kill me. I’m the President of the United States. Kill me! You’ve
But oh, you won’t. You’ve got something to live for, and the second you cross
that line, you can kiss those posh dreams of yours goodbye.
I looked at the President and my brother. I didn’t really respond, but it was true.
I’d rather have my life back and be done with all of this than burn down the White
House.
The President sat down and straightened out his suit. “Excellent. We’re both
I jumped in first. “I need my house back. I need my job back, and I need all this
extra paperwork over. I’m here to treat patients, not fill out forms. I need the reactor, I
need all your agents off my ass, and I need this no questions asked.”
I didn’t have anything. I think I was just too shocked to say anything. Actually,
what could I say? That I hated all he’d done to me, that he could have done this long ago
but didn’t? Even if I blew up at him again, the conversation would have gone like this.
“You knew all the time? You must have known. Maharin and Astrial are you stooges,
and if I was in all your hearings, I must have also been in your briefings. You put me
through hell, but you just wave your magic wand and everything’s kosher?”
Maybe I should have said it anyway, but I knew. Somehow. Still, after all the
hell I’d gone through, could it be as easy as that, just a simple executive order?
Yeah, it was. They’ve never troubled me again, but I guess there’s a reason for
that.
Dave took his time before saying, “I’ve got a few things. I need my lab back,
my… oh, both of our records clean. I want to keep my cash, though you wouldn’t find it
anyway, and, uh…” He paused, not sure of what else to ask for.
The President took out a folder that read, “Astrial. For your eyes only.” He slid it
to my brother and said, “I think I have something that’ll take care of all your needs. This
briefing is for the director of Astrial. That means, the big boss. The director controls a
500 billion dollar budget, with plenty more in reserves, just come up with a reason. He
also gets immunity from darn near anything short of high-treason. He can set up
wants. He also sets his salary, as well as that of his highest lieutenants.
This is for you, Mr. Go. If you accept this position, it will fill all of our needs, as
well as yours.”
“Who was the previous head? And what are your needs?” I still felt skeptical.
“I think you’ve met our previous head, but he’s been permanently removed from
his position. As far as our needs, it’s simple. We cannot allow unregulated growth of
magic in this nation. We cannot stop it or control many things in this world, but with the
use of regulations and their enforcement, we find that the population falls into line. In
this case, who better to set policy and enforce than the most powerful magician around?”
“I don’t seem to be able to kill your brother, do I? And oh, we’ll need you on as
well. We need to tell the world that we have both Mr. Go and the Spellcaster working for
us. Thanks to your display of power, the world believes that you’re the most powerful
magician around. Personally, I don’t really care. But the press will.”
“Why would I ever want to work for you? Do you know what kind of shit you
put me through? Am I supposed to just forget all that, shake hands, and sing kum-bay-
yah? And, oh yeah, you’re nuts if you think I’m going to be Maharin’s replacement. I’m
expect regular briefings, and will provide you with the same.”
The President didn’t seem surprised. “Details are inside that folder. Welcome
aboard.”
“Yes you are,” screamed Dave. He calmed down and said, “Well, not really
working since I’m not going to make you do anything. That’s cool, right?”
Dave grabbed me and the folder and dragged us to the door. “Thank you, Mr.
“That you will. But set up an appointment. Not that it’ll kill you, but the secret
service might give you some trouble if you just pop in. Why am I telling you this? You
should remember from all the times they whisked me away from you. I’d rather not have
“Not a problem. Thank you, Mr. President.” Dave pulled me out the door and
And just like that, the government gained control over magic. Or maybe they just
held onto the same control they always had. I don’t know.
Chapter 27 – The End of This Season of Life
When I look back and think about all I had to do to keep doing my job, I wonder
if it was all worth it. I mean, I did it, but was it the right thing? What kind of idiot would
have gone through all that? And it wasn’t a great job, I guess I was just good at it.
Or maybe that’s the normal thing to do. We get used to our lives, and once we
settle into a schedule, anything off from that feels stressful. As much as people say we
That sense of comfort should have returned right when I exited the oval office
with Dave. I’d be going back to my house, a dip in the reactor would get me back to
normal, well, normal looking. I could go to work without worrying about any
governmental junk. Astrial was now something I could control, not something that’d try
to control me. And any legal trouble would be over. I had been given all that I wanted. I
all across the country just to have all my problems solved in five minutes.”
“What, you jealous? You can be an Astrial bigshot if you want, but you turned it
that?”
“Remember that little bit of research I did, that bit on the introns? I bet you do
“I didn’t steal it. It was from my lab. All that research is technically mine.”
“You stole it, and you know damn well know you stole it. We could have easily
shared the credit, but no, you never once mentioned my name to all the press and
scientists. So what happens? You get all popular while I just get pissed.”
“Really? Cause it sure feels like it went down like that. I do experiments, I create
my own procedures, they give you some major breakthrough, and I never get mentioned.
Yeah, that’s pretty much how it went. Tell me I’m not going crazy. Yeah, tell me that, I
dare you.”
Dave’s face morphed from his bravado to a look of pain. “You want to know the
truth? You want to know what happened? Well, here you go. I found out where you got
“Let me tell you about something called an ethics violation. You couldn’t find
anyone who’d sign off on their DNA, so you just used your own cells and signed it all
yourself. You knew the administration had specific rules against this, but hey, you didn’t
give a damn. You figured that being lazy here wouldn’t hurt you since that research
wasn’t going anywhere, and you were just putting in some time for note on your
transcript and an easy summer. But what do you know? It worked. You’re actually a
Of course, if the suits ever found out, you’d be locked in hearings for as long you
could breathe and then they’d never let you do shit anywhere close to a lab, ever. You
probably wouldn’t even be allowed a license to do whatever shit it is that you’re doing
now. Not so fun being a felon. That’s why I took credit for your research. That’s why I
“I don’t care what you believe, I just telling you the truth. Like about that skin
regenerator you call the reactor? That took forever to make, and I made it for you. A lot
of thanks I get for slaving away and giving you a free pass to walk around not looking
And that wasn’t just something I had lying around. I based that design off my
own magic. And it took me forever. I had to run loads of tests on myself, and damn that
was scary when I didn’t know if I’d heal. And oh yeah, I still feel the pain, so all that shit
hurt. It really fucking hurts. I don’t need this machine. Maybe it’s a great medical
It’s just for you. I just made it so you could look normal. And it looks like so
“What?” I couldn’t think of anything to say. If he was right, then I didn’t know
who to hate anymore. Was he really doing all this just so I could have a normal life?
And he was right about Ryan. After a dip in the reactor, his skin was as good as
new. It looked fine when he stepped out. It looked fine on the day he married Rachel. It
looked fine yesterday. He didn’t need skin grafts or surgery, and no matter how much he
uses magic, the skin’s never cracked or failed. It’s been like a miracle.
Lucky me.
“Haven’t you said enough? I’m supposed to believe that you’re looking out for
And then Dave got really quiet. “I did a lot of research with new cell lines, but I
took a second look your cell line a few years later. Turns out you did more than you
thought.”
“You activated two processes. One set off a whole cascade of new genes because
“No, the other process causes a spore-like reproduction. All your cells took
flight.”
“Not exactly, they still have human surface antigens, so they’re more like a virus.
“Not any disease. Once inside a new host, they activate that same cascade of new
“WHAT?”
“I’m not lying to you. If you believe one thing, believe this. I kept it quiet
because I don’t want the world to know that you’re responsible for this magic outbreak.”
“Why do you think your closest friends all have powers? Why do you think
you’re more powerful than anyone, or that your closest genetic match is also crazy
powerful? The closer the host’s DNA is to yours, the more power it creates. Plus the
virus hangs out around its original host, which means you. You unintentionally unlocked
a set of lost gifts. They were already there, somehow, they got lost, but now they’re
back.
Since it was from your DNA, I knew someone would want to research this from
the source. So, I protected you from the world, since if they found out about this, they’d
either stick you in a lab and turn you into a guinea pig, or just lynch you. That’s why I
gave them something else to look at in court, otherwise it’d only be a matter of time
before someone realized that everyone magical is carrying that little piece of your DNA
The facts started settling in my head, and the more I thought about it, my brother
was right. Except for one thing… “Wait, they can’t do anything to me. They can’t even
touch me. Or even if they tried, I have the weapons and defense to whup their asses.”
“That’s true, but until this week, I didn’t know about that, and neither did you. I
“Yeah, it seems that way now.” We were outside now. Dave started floating up
“So, I’m just supposed to think you’re Dr. Cool now? Just like Robin Hood?
“Think whatever you want to think, but I did what I thought was right with what I
had. You might not like it, but at least I tried to help someone other than my own,
fucking self. What the hell have you done with your abilities? Get rich snobs to pay you
No, that’s not all I’ve done. When the opportunity presents itself, I’ve always
done the right thing, or at least that’s what Brad says about me. I act when I have to,
which isn’t nothing. Yeah, I want a normal life, who doesn’t? Why should I have the
But then again, there’s a lot of people out there doing a lot more than me with a
As of now, I don’t.
I can risk my life without actually risking anything. I could have done a lot more
before, maybe, I don’t know. I could hide behind licensing requirements or stuff like that
before, but now, I make the requirements, or just tell Dave and he’ll take care of the grunt
And that puts me in a weird place. All our lives, we’re told that we have to jump
through hoops to do anything, and we hate those hoops. Well, we say we hate those
hoops. I’d actually welcome a hoop or two right now because then I’d know what to do
next. It’s hard having a clean slate because then you have to create something from
nothing. But I do know that I hated being treated like an idiot by the government. They
were the ones in the know, I was kept in the dark, and that sucked.
So that’s why I’m telling you this now. That’s why I want the world to know how
magic began, the basics of why it’s here, and also why it’s not going away. If you want
someone to blame, I’m right here. This whole magic mess was my fault. I’d stop it if I
could, but I can’t, so I’m going to try and make the best of it. I ask that you do the same.
And if you can’t? Well, what are you going to do? Shoot me?