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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 friends, I
“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 them,
“Yeah, great. It’s a good thing you’re trying to be a superhero, not a 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 them
what I think?”
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, it’s
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,
“Principals Connors, Dominguez, Chu, and Lee support integration. Here are
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 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.