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*A man in an innocuous two-piece suit sits alone in a furnished room more akin to a cell. Its walls may appear just that from the inside, however they are all constructed with one way windows at waist height as hallways run around the perimeter of the entire suite. The floors and walls would be white tile and concrete if not for an attempt to furnish the room to be more like a quaint home living room and office space. There next to a lamp sits a leather reading chair, and within it sits the man. Crimson tie, charcoal dress shirt, and a long black trench coat. His hair is long and shaggy, his face restless and dreary. It would be easy to tell that he is disheveled from being contained for so long if it weren't that he always wears a doctor's microbial safety mask at all times. His whole appearance would give off a feeling more akin to a private investigator than what he really is if not for the mask: a physician.*

*However, the man in context here knows so much more than how to treat and cure. He knows the transpirations and lessons of history, the understanding of how matter exists and interactions, materials and metallurgy and their reactions, and much more. Above all, though, he is one of the greatest minds to exist in human life to date, yet it may seem not too far-fetched that he be effectively locked in a cell for study. There is more to study than his intellect, but also his keen senses, abnormal strength, and his more paranormal capabilities. This man is Dr. Simon Peterson.*

*Simon sits alone in his cell, with no one to talk to but those outside his walls who wish to understand what he does and how he does it. Many days, he claims, that the end of his stay shall come. No one ever believes him. This would come to their detriment, of course, as even though he has already escaped and has been recontained once he would escape again and would be continuously hunted for the years to come.*

[Dr. 1]: He's just sitting there, doing nothing. Maybe, thinking about something?

[Dr. 2]: As so it seems. Give me real data, here.

[Dr. 1]: Well, see for yourself. Does he appear to be doing anything different?

[Dr. 2]: We can't afford to pretend everything is as it seems in our line of work, Simon.

[Dr. Peterson]: Might you be referring to me?

[Dr. 1]: Ah, no Dr. Peterson. He is referring to me. I realize we do share the same first name, you and I.

[Dr. Peterson]: Then you'll have to excuse me, for I was but lost in thought.

[Dr. 1]: There's your answer to the mysteries of the universe, he was just thinking.

[Dr. 2]: It matters not. Continue.

[Dr. 1]: Would you care to elaborate what it was you were thinking about, Dr. Peterson?

[Dr. Peterson]: Logic puzzles within my own mind, something your colleague beside you now might privy interest into. Something of which that may come as a surprise, or as a commonality with a reputation given such as his.

[Dr. 2]: Ever figure out why his sentences are drawn out and improper at times?

[Dr. 1]: It seems to just be how he articulates English, though he wasn't like that before his incidental encounter.

[Dr. 2]: Disappointing.

[Dr. 1]: Would you mind sharing what puzzles you might have been solving, if you can recall them?

*For the sake of mentioning odd sounds and visual context so that listeners of the recording won't be confused, the researchers records such context by narrating it when it happens*

[Dr. 2]: Subject 3000-1A is getting up from his seat and is approaching our one-way glass, whether he can see us or not is unknown.

[Dr. Peterson]: Might was consider, hypothetically, the conceptual idea that the locking mechanism on my cell door has two bolts. It has two bolts because the sound of a latch occurs twice in rapid succession upon entering or exiting the cell, not by me but by the convicts you force to hand me my meals and deliveries. Two bolts requires two unlocking systems, as a single unlocking actuation should not require two bolts lest it be a waste of material, cost, and or time. Thus, there are two functions required to unlock the very door on my left.

[Dr. 1]: Quite a keen mind, Dr. Peterson. It's of no surprise to us that yours is, mind you.

[Dr. Peterson]: As is my astute mind not a surprise to you, your supportive tone and higher pitch inflection, along with a play on words, are of no surprise to me with an empathetic reputation such as yours.

[Dr. 2]: A sound deductive series of hypothetical syllogism, though how can you be certain this is truth?

[Dr. Peterson]: Foolish Dr. Gears, you did just call it deductive hypothetical syllogism. That does mean I am correct.

[Dr. 2]: Erk, damnable wretch!

[Dr. 1]: A keen mind indeed Dr. Peterson, you'd made a good attorney.

[Dr. Peterson]: I assure you, fellow doctors, that even with my past studies and schooling into my doctorate in being a proper and civil physician my desired studies and focus of my own personal research are not too far off from the very motive of interviewing me at this current moment. I too, am studying the unknown, however less selfishly. If not for any possible chance of anomalous features I might guarantee my mind would suit in a seat high above Dr. Clef's, yes? Why is it that he is not in a cell such as mine, might you ponder?

[Dr. 2]: There is reason to suspect you are a free element, unable to predict or safely study. Euclidean, as our classifications go. Able to suppress and contain.

[Dr. Peterson]: You have described nothing different between he and I, simply where mine and his loyalties lie.

[Dr. 1]: Dr. Peterson does have a point, sir.

[Dr. 2]: Might I remind you that despite this being a human being, that subject 3000-1A is still a dangerous and unpredictable variable on the human race? What might he do if left to his own devices?

[Dr. 1]: Might we have to fetch Dr. Clef, sir?

[Dr. 2]: Perhaps. One anomaly versus the other. It will take a valid reason to get his grouchy ass wherever he might be to come all this way simply to talk some sense into subject 3000-1A. We'd need an urgent reason.

[Dr. 1]: I'll run it by command here at Site 19.

[Dr. 2]: Dr. Glass has exited the observation room. Now, subject 3000-1A, what might be your logical thesis here? I don't have time to play games with a wraith.

[Dr. Peterson]: Your first mistake was thinking a logic puzzle of the door unlocking mechanism would stop me.

[Dr. 2]: Elaborate, 3000-1A.

[Dr. Peterson]: That simply was a means to remind you kindly that my mind is sharper than any of yours are combined. A real test of mental fortitude is harmless without action to lift with it, however it has come to you and I as the only respectable researcher has left the room.

[Dr. 2]: Subject 3000-1A is advancing on the observation one-way glass window, pressing his hands against it.

[Dr. Peterson]: Now as part of my daily assessment allow me to remind you of my "anomalous" fortitude.

[Dr. 2]: Subject 3000-1A has phased through the glass! He's floated from into the ground behind it to our side of the- ergk!

[Dr. Peterson]: Do you fear for your life as my more capable hands grasp your throat? Very good. Fear not, as there would be no reports to make if not for your continued life. Someone must recall the stories for them to exist, such is your current duty. I will make myself clear as it were, Dr. Gears. I am free to leave as I wish, and I will bide my time until it is right. No one will believe you.

[Dr. 1]: Doctor, we've approved the visitation of Alto Clef to Dr. Peterson's containment area on reason of "Difficulty to elaborate on potential important breakthrough material". Gears, are you alright?

[Dr. 2]: What? He, how?

[Dr. 1]: Did something occur while I was out?

[Dr. 2]: That miscreant doctor phased from his cell and attacked me!

[Dr. 1]: What? Impossible, he's in his reading chair again, see?

[Dr. 2]: What. What? How?

[Dr. 1]: Sir, let's wait for Dr. Clef to arrive. He'll probably make more sense than either one of us with Dr. Peterson.

[Dr. 2]: Bullshit, we'll see to it that you get terminated after we interrogate you for your secrets!

[Dr. 1]: Don't say such radical things to Dr. Peterson, he already doesn't like being contained this long to begin with.

[Dr. Peterson]: No one will ever believe you.

**End**