Dr. Treekenstein
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and occasionally look over at Little Jimmy. They would look away if he looked back at them.
Bubbles then turned to Little Jimmy’s ex wife's best friend and asked her about all the things she had heard from Little Jimmy’s ex wife.
As Little Jimmy's ex wife's best friend began to describe Little Jimmy and all the things she had heard from his ex wife and her friends about Little Jimmy wanting to hurt young children, murmurs began to roll through the crowd of prisoners. Whispering grew to be so loud that almost no one could hear what Little Jimmy's ex wife's best friend had to say about Little Jimmy on the set.
Little Jimmy looked around at the prisoners that sat near him. No one would look at him.
He began to feel the need to urinate, his palms got sweaty and he excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he walked down the hallway he saw one of the guards walking toward him, the guard seemed to have the same destination that he did.
As he and the guard got closer, the normally friendly guard, who was as big as he was, ignored him as if he wasn't there.
7. The Lumberyard
Pundits and observers watched Treekenstein's experiments behind the safety of a nearby mountain. The sky darkened and bolts of lightning once again connected Dr. Treekenstein's intercranial fusion injector to the heavens followed by loud blasts of thunder and the ground shook.
His statisticians had come to him with reports of his tests correlating with various weather related events around the world such as tidal waves, major storms and earth quakes. Treekenstein had to accelerate testing of his device or public opinion could be possibly be turned against him before the project was complete.
He called in his teams of engineers and scientists and outlined an accelerated plan for testing and construction to get the Cranial Fusion Injector operational more quickly. The lumber yard operation would have to be shut down more than once or twice a week as testing and construction accelerated.
Dr. Treekenstein needed a personal assistant to deal with any personal matters that came up related to his life outside work. Woodpile became his trusted assistant and everywhere he went, outside of his own home, Woodpile followed.
After weeks of accelerated testing and construction, the Intercranial Fusion Injector was finally complete and operational and ready for its first real test.
Pundits and observers once again were sent to hide behind nearby mountains and watch the event in relative safety. Bubbles Bubblicious was live, with the lumber yard in the background, and the trees that surrounded the lumber yard edited out of shots. People from around the world were glued to their holographic generator sets watching this once in a lifetime event.
Treekenstein's engineers and scientists had decided to watch the test further back from the lumberyard than the pundits and observers and watched from many miles away.
Dr. Treekenstein instructed Woodpile to load some of his books on theoretic complex quaternion analysis into the fusion compartment while he went into the injector compartment. Woodpile came over to close the curtains as he was reaching around behind his trousers to insert the final electrode.
Treekenstein turned the ignition and instructed Woodpile to go and hide behind Little Jimmy's work shack before he started the injection process. He watched Woodpile hide before he pulled the lever.
The sky once again darkened, a bolt of lightning connected the fusion compartment as well as Treekenstein, to the heavens above. The ground around the lumberyard shook. A sharp report of thunder reached the pundits, peering over a mountain edge a full five seconds later.
Treekenstein was then seen running across the lumberyard toward the outhouse, screaming, holding both the front and back of his trousers. He stopped screaming momentarily and yelled, "It works! It works! Woodpile, take my hovercraft and go to my estate and get me a new pair of trousers!" he continued screaming as he ran toward the outhouse at the opposite end of the lumber yard.
Dr. Treekenstein was now an expert in fourteen dimensional theoretical complex quaternion analysis.
The worlds attention was now directed at the outhouse in which Treekenstein waited as Woodpile left to get him new trousers.
Woodpile ran to Dr. Treekenstein's shiny new hovercraft. The world was watching ...and waiting. He pushed Treekenstein's home button, turned the ignition and pulled the lever then watched the spectacle disappear behind him as he hovered to Dr. Treekenstein's house to get him new trousers.
The hovercraft glided along the gently curving hoverway, up and down mountains as it hugged the hoverway at a comfortable three hundred and fifty six point seven miles per hour.
Treekenstein's hovercraft then turned into the estate and stopped directly in front of the giant twin doors of Treekenstein's palace. "Midnight At The Oasis" began to play both inside and outside the palace as the canopy for Treekenstein's hovercraft opened. Woodpile remembered that Treekenstein had once mentioned that he liked the ancient's music.
Two women with knee high beaver skin boots, fish net stockings, short shorts and small tight tops that almost fully displayed their augmented breasts opened the giant doors for Woodpile with a smile as their hips swayed to the music. Woodpile adjusted his trousers. The cactus was Woodpile's friend too. He didn't get his name from working in a lumberyard.
He ran inside, past more young attractive women, down a long tall corridor with many doorways, some open, some closed. He looked inside one to find a mountain of cetula leaf surrounded by Treekenstein's young groupies as well as men dressed in similar leather passing a cetula leaf pipe around. The thought of Treekenstein having an appreciation for both sexes entered his head. Thoughts of the cactus disappeared from his mind as he continued his mission. The world was waiting.
Another door was locked, but he had a key. He opened the door to find it empty, except for several sacks of money sitting on the floor and on tables. He closed and relocked the door. The next door contained an empty swimming pool, he looked in the kitchen for a moment.
He peered through another open door and found several young men and women intensely watching the holographic generator set. The outhouse that Treekenstein was in lit up the front of the darkened room and everyone sat in silence, waiting for Woodpile to appear on the set to give Dr. Treekenstein new trousers. Bubble's Bubblicious was talking about Treekenstein's able bodied new assistant, Woodpile, who had hovered back to his palace to get him the new trousers.
He continued his search, looked into the kitchen and then found Treekenstein's bedroom. One of the starlets he had seen on his holographic generator set lay sleeping in Treekenstein's bed. Woodpile ran over to the dresser, ignoring the now awakening young woman, opened dresser drawers and nearly spilled over the pile of cetula leaf that sat on his dresser onto the marble floor. He grabbed a pair of Treekenstein's trousers and ran back out of the room and down the marble floor of the long and high corridor.
He ran outside to Treekenstein's hovercraft with the new pants. He jumped into the hovercraft, closed the canopy and pressed the work button. The world was still waiting and Woodpile was soon gliding along the hoverway back to Treekenstein's outhouse.
The hovercraft stopped at the lumberyard and parked itself where it had left. Woodpile jumped out and ran toward the outhouse. Treekenstein's hand appeared through a crack in the door and Woodpile handed him the trousers. "How many pair did you get?" He asked sharply and quickly. Woodpile replied "one?" Treekenstein then ordered him to go back and get more. He was going to infuse and inject both theoretical and applied quaternion analysis up to nineteenth dimensions and would need another few pairs of clean trousers.
Woodpile ran back to the Treekenstein's hovercraft. Treekenstein ran out of the outhouse, across the lumberyard and to the picnic table where he had his equations written on loose leaf paper and began scribbling down weird symbols.
Members of the press and his scientists and engineers hovered back to the lumberyard and gathered around the picnic table where Treekenstein continued working. They remained quiet for a few moments. He finished writ
ing some equations, muttered something that sounded very scientific, something about eigenvalues, and handed the equations to his scientists and engineers. His scientists and engineers ran into the shack.
The press anxiously waited for a statement but Treekenstein ran back inside the shack, followed by Bubbles Bubblicious, Bubbles was kicked out of the shack immediately after she entered and he told them all to get back to where they were. Shortly after, scientists and engineers ran out of the shack and to their hovercrafts and quickly hovered away once again toward their spot behind another mountain, far back from the press, and further back from the next intercranial fusion that was about to take place.
The sky darkened once again, lightning appeared, connecting Treekenstein and his books to the heavens above. The sound of the cracking thunder reached the retreating scientists, engineers, members of the press and other observers as they hovered away quickly toward the mountains. Treekenstein once again ran out of the shack, toward the outhouse, screaming.
Woodpile appeared once more with several pairs of trousers and handed Treekenstein another pair. He ran out of the outhouse. Dr. Treekenstein was now expert in applied complex quaternion analysis in seventeen dimensions.
Operation of the Intercranial Fusion Injector continued throughout the day until Dr.