It was early one weekday morning. I was checking my e-mail when I received a message from Cerrenes. She asked me to enter her office, post haste. Right away I get dressed and go to the FACL main building. Walking into her office, I noticed all the ancient Egyptian décor. Nice place, I thought to myself.
“Take a seat, Anarchy,” Cerrenes said, welcomuing me in. “I have a very important job for you. It has come to my attention that you have taken over LadyWight’s position as the manager of the Bios department. Congratulations. But that’s not why I asked you to come. She also used to interrogate certain members that have been doing great jobs here, as examples of their company spirit to others. I want you to continue in her footsteps. Alien, I want you to continue Under the Pen.”
“Yes ma’am.” What an honor it was to be able to interview people I had been looking up to for years.
“Well, don’t just stand around here looking all pretty, take this. Here’s your first assignment. His name is Aaron, AKA Silverus, AKA Psaron, residing in Chicago. Be careful, he has special powers. He can control certain organisms he invented called Silveri which can enter and invade your head.” And with that, I rushed out of her office, excited. So excited in fact, that I didn’t notice Ariel standing outside and bumped into her, knocking over all the papers she was carrying.
“Ariel, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” Being the Liaison2, I expected consequences and repercussions.
“It’s alright Alien, really. These are just some files of some Geocities clients. Since they aren’t listed by blocks anymore, it doesn’t matter what order they’re in.” That’s what I love about Ariel, she always has a joke ready. “What’s the hurry, anyway?”
“Cerrenes just asked me to continue Under the Pen for LadyWight. My first assignment is Silverus,” I said as I picked up some of the papers.
“Wow, I’m happy for you. Being new around here, you’ve really stepped up.”
“You with the compliments, Ariel. Say, you’ve been interviewed. Got any tips?”
“Well, no. All I know is that Silverus likes math.”
“Well, it’s a start. Thanks. And what about those e-mails I asked you for, do you have them yet?” I needed them to send bio requests for some Cosmic Volunteers.
“Yes I do. Well, I did. I was going over to your office to leave them on your desk. They’re around here, somewhere.” Ariel pouted.
“Don’t worry, I don’t need them now. Just get them whenever possible, and Ariel?”
She looked up at me. “Yes?”
“In the case that I don’t survive this mission…”
“Yes?”
“Give the list to Tu2rok. She’s my new secretary.”
“Oh, okay.”
Three hours later, I was on a plane from Puerto Rico to Charlotte, then after a two hour layover there, it was off to Chicago. After eating one of their world famous deep dish pizzas, my search began. At my hotel, I connected online and began running a search for him. After six hours, I found his ICQ number. I messaged him, asking for a meeting. Being bored and impatient, I decided to check out some scenery. I left my hotel room, walked down the stairs, and hailed a cab. I got out near the bay and was immediately met by the extremely cold wind of Lake Michigan. Down the street I could see a sign for a Starbucks, so I decide to warm up in there.
I order a moccachino, sit down at a computer desk and hook up my laptop. I enter my ICQ and hear the familiar, and now insanely annoying “uh-oh” new message sound. I double click and see it’s from Silverus. It read, “I’m here, I’m there, I’m nowhere. I don’t exist. In fact, I’m in your head.” This guy had to be insane. But no sooner, did I think that, I heard someone behind me say, “No I’m not.”
I turn around, only to see no one, except some employee mopping the floor. “You heard right, it’s me, Silverus, I’m in your head. What do you want?”
“I’m looking for you so that I may inteview you for Under the Pen.” My head started to hurt.
“Oh you are, are you? Let me see.” A deafening whirring sound began in my head, a sound like a hard drive being searched. “Oh, so you are. What do you want to know?”
“Well, let me get out my organizer. Let’s see, ah, here it is. My questions. Okay, here we go. You can start by giving me some personal information.”
“Who, me? I don't exist, remember? Others know of me in my real life as Aaron. They recognize my non-existence as I go through my non-existence in my senior year of high school. What's next? College. Where? Wherever I go, there I am. But I'm not really there. I'm 17 right now. What do I like? Oh, just about anything. What do I hate? Just about everything. I like new things. I like new things a lot. I really don't like society as a whole. The future seems so disgusting to me. We no longer care about the important things. Oooh, let's go study so we can get money and be happy. Money equals happiness is not true, though everyone would like to say so.”
“I do what makes me happy. Volunteering as a CL has made me happy as I meet new people. How else would I get to meet such great and intriguing people like Larry and Jak and you, AnarchyAlien. We all go through things together, supporting each other. That's not exactly general information, is it? Well, it was a bit.”
“What’s wrong with you? What bit you?” This guy was gone, insane even.
“Hey, I’m the one in charge here. Maybe you doubt my powers.” With that Silverus took control of my body. I unwillingly stood up and walked outside, in awkward and intentional movements.
“Hey now, calm down. You know it’s the truth. Let’s continue this interview. Tell me about a day in your life, and stop making me walk around like this!”
“Okay. This is my life. I get up, I do a bunch of stuff, and I go to sleep. The cycle repeats. I go to school when the school requests that I go to school. Outside school, I help the FACL as a CL (obviously, heh...), I volunteer as a math/science tutor and at the library I'm a computer assistant, I read, I research, I sit around and stare at the wall, I socialize on those rare occassions (shh...), I stare at the wall some more, and I do whatever else comes up or whaver I forgot to mention here, like my writing and my websites, though my writing could be considered research and my websites could be considered part of the FACL in a way.”
“So, I do a lot of writing. Not many people see those writings. I don't write for the public because I know some things about most of society: 1. They don't understand deep poetry. 2. They don't want to understand deep poetry. 3. They don't like abstraction. 4. They don't want the truth. As they say, "ignorance is bliss," and they believe it. I'd like to pop some bubbles, but I don't want to get soap in my eyes. It's enough for me to be able to see the bubbles and amuse myself watching them. I also like math. Actually, math is the only thing I like. It's just that everything is math. I love pure math, theoretical math. Philosophy and poetry are very distinct expressions of my mathematical nature. Everything is carefully designed and put together in order to bring about a desired set of thoughts, images, and emotions. If the desired is not what occurs, then the input was incorrect. Isn't that exactly what mathematics does? And not only that, but I desire to show something, even just to myself, through my writing. That is what a mathematical proof does.”
“What other things do you like?”
“Other online things or what?”
“Other online and real life things, you know, hobbies.” This was getting difficult, trying to battle for control of my body and interviewing Silverus.
“ Hey, how am I supposed to know? That’s it, I don’t like you anymore.” With that, he took control again and hurled me into the street. It took a lot of control on my part to dodge many cars and trucks to cross to the other side.
“Hey, I’m sorry. Geez, you could have killed me, I’m sorry. Let’s continue. Please.”
“Okay, but I have a better idea. I’m bringing you over to my house.”
Part 2: The Search Is Over"
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