trade my soul for a wish

[from_scratch]

This is a successor to "call me maybe", which is getting crowded.

Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.


with Mark (kappa)

with Adanya (Aestrix)

with Sable (kappa)

with Ari (andaisq)

with Metella (kappa)

with Miles (kappa)

with Isabella (Eva)

with Steel (Rockeye)

with Daphne (Maggie)

with Edie (Maggie)

Comments

[from_scratch]

"This is a brain-surgery computer model. It is not for humans."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Yeah, they're pretty convinced he's from a future. Various medical department people begin phoning various other people excitedly.

[from_scratch]

Awesome.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Among other things, someone from--some government medical organization--will be down tomorrow. Curing several types of cancer is very exciting but they're not expending the resources it would take to get someone there sooner on hearsay.

[from_scratch]

...May Cam have the phone to the person who is concerned about hearsay?

[maggie_of_the_owls]

...Sure, okay.

[from_scratch]

"Hi. I'm the interesting resource-fountain in question. I got the ball rolling on exterminating malaria last night and I don't want to slow down. If I come visit you in my little spaceship will you bump up that meeting a little sooner?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

There is a pause. The man on the other end of the line asks him to hold on for a moment. There is sounds of shouting going on on the other end.

[from_scratch]

Cam will hold.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

After a few minutes there is another man on the end. He asks what exactly it was that Cam did about malaria.

[from_scratch]

"I released an extremely large quantity of sterile, male mosquitoes over the affected areas. When their numbers drop the parasite won't be able to complete its life cycle."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

The man on the other end wants to know how he got from the affected areas to Borgia University in Pennsylvania.

[from_scratch]

"In my little spaceship. I'm sure I mentioned the little spaceship."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

There appears to be more discussion on the other end, and then someone wants him to describe the dimensions of his little spaceship.

[from_scratch]

"It's slightly larger than a sedan. I don't see how that's medically relevant, though."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Apparently, his comment about spooking the government with the thing weren't completely off the mark. They had eyewitness reports of the thing from a group of birders who were out late watching for owls and other birds, and wanted confirmation that he was the person who had done that--if they had described the thing, he could have said "yes" regardless of reality. Having established something a bit better than hearsay, they would be happy for him to come down in his spaceship.

[from_scratch]

"Cool. Where are you at?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

They name an address.

[from_scratch]

Cam has old map data in his capacious little computer. "Great. I'll be there in fifteen to twenty minutes."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

They are looking forward to seeing him!

[from_scratch]

Cam bids local medical persons goodbye, goes out, gets in his little spaceship, and goes where he was invited.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

It is a medical laboratory. They do not attempt to betray him and strap him to a table for vivisection.

[from_scratch]

Good for them! It would go so poorly if they did.

Who has been assigned to talk to the demon from the future?

[maggie_of_the_owls]

A friendly intern who is fond of science fiction, apparently. Not that all of the real scientists aren't participating too, especially once he starts producing real results for them to geek out over.

[from_scratch]

Cam sighs, and gives the intern an overview, and cures her acne for her, and as soon as he has specialists and the people who know how to get drugs FDA-approved on hand he gets into the meat of the project.