I was walking around and it was so dark I could barely see the block ahead. There wasn’t fog, just black night. Someone was following me with sinister intent so I took evasive action. After turning a corner, I ran up the next block and backtracked around. My destination was close. Around the next bend, I banged on the glass door of an office, which had all of it’s blinds drawn shut. It was late and the office was closed but I knew the owner was inside. I had something important to tell him and he needed my help. When he answered the door, I bolted inside and explained that I had someone on my tail.
“You scared me half to death,” he wandered back to another room where he had been playing Soul Reaver, a playstation game. He had a very large monitor, which made the game look life-like. To add to the effect, all of his lights were out and he had some creepy movie playing in the living room.
I looked at him and around the place, waving my arms in exhaustion. “It looks like you scared yourself.”
He took me into a back room and showed me a huge statue. “You’re tail is after this. We have to move it but moving it would destroy it.”
Somehow, we got off topic and I started talking about new things going on in the world. “Technology is really moving forward quickly. The other day, I saw a no wheel skateboard in the window of that shop. Some sort of hover tech.”
“Really? Show me.”
I took the scientist down to the skate shop and we looked around. “It was here the other day. Let me ask someone…”
I found a store clerk but he was the opposite of helpful. He said, “It’s like I’m a little kid who likes cartoons. I haven’t seen every cartoon. Got any candy? If I were you, I’d go downstairs and join the parade. Skate battle starts at 9am sharp. You’ve got a few minutes.”
We went downstairs, which was actually a huge skate ramp. The “skate battle” looked more like a winter ball. Couples were waltzing in fancy clothes and we skated around them (having somehow aquired boards along the way).
When we exited the shop, we were suddenly high up on a balcony of some extremely tall building. The walkway wrapped around and we found that we were looking over a world class soccer game. Across the field, about as high as we were, sat a group of obvious undercover police men. We acted casual, passing a clipboard back and forth, while my cohort fiddled with a pocket PC. The clipboard didn’t have anything important on it, but the pocket PC was a remote control for a weapon of some kind.
Zooming in on the police, I could hear one of them saying, “You know, while we pass these binoculars back and forth and they pass that clipboard back and forth, it’s likely that that clipboard is just a distraction. They are probably just throwing us off the tracks of the real issue.” Then my partner bit the tip of his pocket PC, stretching out a large antennae. Giant balloons started to grow from it’s tip and they floated upward, full of hydrogen. “This is it. This marks the creation of zero point energy. We’ve done it.” It was too late. The cops couldn’t do anything about it. We had created free energy out of hydrogen balloons and misdirection.