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Please, god, do <\/em>not let those be the same ones from <\/em>Rebirth, <\/em>I think, recalling how a couple of the flavors I had to deal with during that \u201cfilm\u201d nearly made me vomit.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cBut if you fail<\/em>, you vill be negatively reinforced vis a punishment.\u201d He shows me a taser, then demonstrates it is in fact charged and ready to go. Well okay then<\/em>. Maybe they\u2019re not playing around<\/em>. \u201cDo you understand?\u201d he asks. I nod. \u201cGood.\u201d the doctor reaches down a third time, pulling up a fishbowl filled with scraps of paper and placing it before me, then shows me a pair of dice. \u201cFirst, ve will be testing your ability vis telekinesis. In zat bowl there are slips of paper with two numbers on zem. Please pull one out und look at it.\u201d I do so, noting that 7 and 11 have been scribbled on it. I inform the doctor of the targets when he asks.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cYour job is to concentrate on ze dice und ensure that ven I roll zem, the result is vun of zose two numbers. Vit more advanced telekinetics I would have zem try for only a single number, but since you are new at zis we vill use two.\u201d He walks around the edge of the table, standing across from me, dice in hand. \u201cNow. Concentrate on ze dice. Concentrate on ze numbers 7 und 11. Picture zem in you mind.\u201d Fuck it, let\u2019s play along<\/em>. I make a show of closing my eyes and breathing in deeply, then the doctor rolls. I open my eyes.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cSeven, very good,\u201d the doctor praises. \u201cHave a treat.\u201d As I reach for the bag I try not to smile, but probably fail on account of the relief I feel when I pop a jellybean in my mouth and it doesn\u2019t taste like earwax. Either I’m lucky, or you\u2019re full of it. Statistically speaking 7 is the most common result from rolling 2d6, but that\u2019s still only 1 in 6 odds. But let\u2019s see how the rest plays out<\/em>. \u201cNow, for scientific purposes, ve vill repeat ze experiment to test for repeatability. Please concentrate again.\u201d I do so, he rolls. \u201c7 again! Zis must be a very important number for you, vun vit great emotional significance.\u201d Yeah, right<\/em>, I think. That, or the number you rolled and the result you declared have nothing to do with each other. Or maybe trick dice, but I\u2019ve never heard of loaded dice that throw 7 or 11. Either way I call bullshit, but we\u2019re having fun, so why call you on it? <\/em><\/p>\n\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\nThe doctor meets my gaze, getting ready to roll again. \u201cVe vill do zis two more times. An oh, you forgot your reward!\u201d Dutifully I pop another jellybean in my mouth. The next roll is supposedly an 11, earning another candy. Ditto the following. One in 18 chance of rolling 11 once; twice is somewhere around 1 in 200. But I\u2019ll play your game, you rogue. What\u2019s next?<\/em><\/p>\n\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cNow ve shall move on to ze next test: ESP. Extrasensory perception, zey call it,\u201d the doctor explains, pulling out a deck of cards. \u201cZese are Zener images,\u201d he explains, pulling a card and turning it so I can see the image on the other side, naming them as he does so. Square, circle, wavy lines, cross, star. Oh yeah, I think I\u2019ve seen these before. <\/em>\u201cZe object is simple: You are to guess the image on the back of the card. Ze same rules apply as before. You get it wrong, you get punished; you get it right, you get a treat. Now, let us begin.\u201d He holds up a card, its back to me, an expectant look on his face.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
Obviously, I have no idea what image is on the other side, so I\u2019ll be pulling a guess out of my butt. When in doubt, pick C,<\/em> I decide, then call out \u201cwavy lines.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cVery good,\u201d the doctor replies. Whatever you say, man. <\/em>I pop in another jellybean; raspberry, or something similar. For the next card I guess star, then cross; both are apparently correct. I notice you\u2019re not showing me the card, though<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cCan you see through zese cards?\u201d The doctor asks, doing a fair job of feigning surprise. This time I can\u2019t quite hold the chuckle back.<\/p>\n
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\u201cThat\u2019s not how this works,\u201d I reply, deliberately vague. Could be that I know you\u2019re fucking with me, could be I genuinely believe I\u2019m nailing it,<\/em> I think, but I suspect we both know this is all a sham. Including me playing along.<\/em> I flub the next card, though; apparently, it was NOT a cross.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cWrong,\u201d the doctor tells me. \u201cNow for ze negative reinforcement.\u201d You\u2019re seriously going to taze me?<\/em> I wonder, but there\u2019s still a faint smile on my face as he reaches for the taser and I start to offer my forearm. But he doesn\u2019t shock me with it. Instead, he primes it, then crackles it at me in a manner that might have been threatening if this weren\u2019t all so amusing. I\u2019m almost disappointed, but then I run through the potential safety concerns and decide it\u2019s for the best. \u201cTry again,\u201d the doctor orders. I circle back to the beginning and guess wavy lines, but this is wrong as well. Another crackle.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cVhat happened?\u201d he asks. \u201cYou got cocky maybe?\u201d That\u2019s one theory, sure<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cI guess,\u201d I reply. He puts the deck away, then starts walking back around to the head of the table.<\/p>\n
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\u201cZe final test vill be holding a little seance to see if you can commune vit ze dead,\u201d he explains, taking a seat. \u201cFirst ve vill join hands, zen I\u2019m going to say a short spell that I learned from an immersive experience. When I\u2019m done, you vill communicate vit ze spirit and ve shall see vhat happens.\u201d We link up, arms extended loosely across the corner of the conference table. The doctor continues. \u201cI commune with the spirit realm. Use my body as a bridge and my soul as a gateway. If those at this table are worthy, transform me into a vessel and let others speak through me.\u201d A moment passes, then his body seizes up for about a three count.<\/p>\n
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And here we go,<\/em> I think, probably still smiling, as he relaxes before fixing his gaze on me. \u201cWhy did you betray me?\u201d he asks, voice now a breathy rasp.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
So that\u2019s the direction we\u2019re going in? Alrighty, let\u2019s see what you\u2019ve got. <\/em>\u201cWho are you?\u201d I answer. The doctor\u2019s voice shifts again, jumping up an octave and taking on a wholly different timbre.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cYou left me,\u201d he replies. Seriously, he sounds just like a woman. How the hell does he do that? Where do I get that kind of training?<\/em> If I hadn\u2019t already heard him do so in Rebirth of the Rabbit<\/em>, and if I were a bit more credulous (or less sober), I might have re-evaluated whether this really was a hoax. But I\u2019m prepared, and sane-ish<\/em>, so I just repeat \u201cWho are you?\u201d with a touch more emphasis.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cI was so cold,\u201d he replies mournfully, still in that studio-grade falsetto. \u201cI was afraid and alone, and you left me. Why <\/em>did you leave me?\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d I ask a third time, and he shifts back down into that malevolent rasp.<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou know who I am!\u201d he accuses. \u201cSay my name. Say the name of the person you abandoned.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Oh, let\u2019s fuck with him a little,<\/em> part of me suggests. \u201cCleo,\u201d I tell him.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cApologize to Cleo,\u201d he hisses. I do so, mostly keeping a straight face. He then proceeds to pronounce doom on me, supposedly to be delivered by Cleo. \u201cI curse you, from now until the end of your days,\u201d he states. \u201cYou will never know happiness, and all that you seek to achieve will end in failure. You will die alone, with no one to mourn you,\u201d and so on. The doctor slumps forward, as though a spirit really had departed him. Well that was fun,<\/em> I muse.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\u201cZis is not good,\u201d the doctor pronounces, back in his old European accent. \u201cSpirits like zis are no joke, you should not take zem lightly you know? You should think about vhat you did to offend zis person.\u201d He suggests I might want to look into getting some help laying Cleo to rest, then tells me to stand on account of the experiment being finished.<\/p>\n
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As we walk toward the exit back into the waiting room, he is nonetheless encouraged by what transpired. \u201cClassical conditioning verks well on you. Ze appeal of a reward and the threat of a punishment brought forth your powers – your belief became reality. Very interesting responses, very interesting indeed.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Yeah, okay,<\/em> I think, my inner voice dripping with sarcasm and on the edge of laughter. I mean come on. You know this was hilarious bullshit, I know it, you know that I know, and I know that you know that I know, and\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n