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The Sonic Destroyer
 
2003-2-14   Leonard K

February 14

I have blasted directly through time, and apparently dimension, and landed here. I don't know how. Somehow the cybernetic connection I share with the robot brought me through the rift.

Six months ago I learned of Dr. Clockwork's sinister scheme. My nightly rounds of the town had seemed uneventful - until I realized more and more of the life and the motions of the city had come under his control. Like a hideous snowglobe, plastic and frozen, doomed to repeat the same moments over and over again.

It drove me mad. Even from within the framework of the cybernetic mind of the Sonic Destroyer, I was infected with its virus of repetition, stuttering, looping through the nights (on patrol in the robot) and finally into my waking hours, inside my own body.

It all got to be so routine.

Finally, in a stupetified, somnambulistic rage, I somehow broke free. According to the logs of the robot, I apparently fired all sonic weapons at full capacity, tapping into the county's power grid with jumper cables to increase my output exponentially.

I have no memory of this.

However, yesterday I awoke in the underground lab I recently (for me, anyway) created, still wearing the apparatus that creates the amplified electro-psychic connection and binds me to the robot. The Destroyer had followed its failsafe homing script and returned to its recharging station.

And six months had passed.

I could not have been in my lab, unconscious, for that length of time. One hypothesis is that Dr. Clockwork's hold upon the city was at least in part temporal, and in destroying it I was sucked along some temporal eddy and flung into the future. That is, the now.

My other hypothesis, which I fear to be the correct one, is that I had not been living in 'this' (your?) world at all, but instead had been living in some insidious Roach Hotel built of bent reality fields. It was a hollow diarama of this world, and apart from it, where time had been slowed. When my sonic blasts shattered the walls of this temporal aquarium, I landed here, in real time - flopping and gasping for breath on the table.

And if so, did I bring others through? Were there any 'real' others in Dr. Clockwork's horrible flytrap? Could it all have been built merely for my benefit?

For now, I have moved in with friends, and am giving the robot a thorough overall. I am taking a break from the super hero game.

For now.



 

2002-8-10   Leonard K

August 10

Dr. Clockwork. He plays with my mind.

His insidious control of this town grows more apparent every night. Like a giant flesh cookoo clock, his mechanisms spin round and round.

People come and people go, look for a dry place to call their home, try to find some place to rest their bones, but in the end Dr. Clockwork makes them his own.

It's as if his own reality field has taken hold over the town....and the ownership of 'our own' field of time is immediately drawn into question. Still, I travel his sickened field of time and study its intersection with our own...again, the very foundations of 'our own' comes into question.

Every night I stand apart, and watch the workings as if they exist in some true-to-life scaled snow globe. Horrified, I do not intefere.

But soon.



 

2002-7-25   Leonard K

July 25

I have uncovered a terrifying conspiracy.

As you know, my patrols through town had been entirely uneventful (with the exception of a singly dangerous arachnid). The town seemed perfectly safe and at ease. As I guided my 13 foot robot through the streets and alleyways, it seemed the very image of bucolic small town life.

But after a month of nightly patrols, I've finally began to notice the insidious evil lurking just beneath the surface.

I began to realize that, at the same time every night, on the same block, the same police car was driving by....

And that at the same time in the evening each night, the same security guard walked outside the power station and lit a cigarette....

And that the same old woman locked up the dry cleaners at the same time each night, hobbled down the sidewalk to her Buick LeSalle parked in the same spot, and gave me the same, demented look...

I have come to realize that this town is in the hideous grip of --

Dr. Clockwork

Yes, the same Dr. Clockwork famous for his Remote Controlled Chicago, which held the country hostage for months.

The same Dr. Clockwork who turned back the hands of time to reduce his sentence to 'time served' following the Punch Clock Massacre.

The same Dr. Clockwork responsible for causing the milk supply of the entire nation to expire, thicken and spoil on the same weekend.

Dr. Clockwork is at work in this town.

And I intend to stop him.







 

2002-7-21   Leonard K

July 21

I was finally able to aid someone in distress, though it was not the result of a crime, but a natural predator.

On my rounds last night, my super enhanced sonic hearing was able to pick up a screech from the other side of town. Quickly activating my subsonic repellers, I crossed town in three long leaps and, triangulating the cry via echoes from the cell phone towers on the surrounding bluffs, was able to land in the very back yard of the citizen in trouble.

The (almost) victim was a woman in her late 30's, taking her clothes from the line in her backyard. She stood, paralyzed with fear, staring into her clothes hamper.

I soon saw the object of her terror. There, nestled in a pile of the woman's clean white underthings -

A Sanders Screeching Pus Sac Spider.

We've all been through the drills in elementary school concerning the Screeching Pus Sac Spider, but people my age have thankfully never been exposed to them like generations before us. President Reagan's mobilization of the National Guard's Flame Thrower Bridage virtually brought the species to extinction. There were reports of some zoos illeagally harboring specimens, but they were shut down and the mad zoo-keepers inprisioned.

But we've always known some still exist in the wild.

Wasting no time, I leveled both arms at the creature and activated all four sonic cannons from my forearms. The sonic blast tore through the basket of clean laundry, but the spider had its own defenses...

Immediately, the Screeching Pus Sac Spider began to screech, expertly finding the counter wave to render my sonic cannon blasts impotent. I changed frequency, but the screeching spider remained on step ahead of me. It soon became obvious that sonic attack would be useless.

Thankfully, I still had my super strength.

Diving into the clean laundry, I came up with the devilish creature in my hands. Being only an inch or so in diameter, the spider at first proved too slippery for my giant robot's lumbering digits. It slipped away, and I saw it skitter through the grass, trailing its venomous pus. I targeted it in the Destoyer's view finder, and stomped.

The woman, naturally, was elated. And I was glad to have finally made a difference. When the local authorities arrived, however, they asked to see the remains of the dread Sander's Screeching Pus Sac Spider. Unfortunately, no remains could be found. Not even a smushed spot on the Destroyer's heel...

The local police were still glad to have had this alarming threat removed, once and for all. And, for the first time, I was able to tell them, 'Not at all!' and amble away into the night.




 

2002-7-14   Leonard K

July 14

My patrols of the town have been entirely uneventful. There seems to be a complete abscence of criminal activity.

Night after night my patrols have been lonely and routine. While in my dream state, I take control of my 13 foot robot and tour the town. Mostly I walk, and try not to leave cracks in the sidewalk. Once in awhile I will activate the subsonic repellers in the Sonic Destroyer's feet and make a leap - but I'm careful to do it from a public park or vacant lot so as to minimize property damage.

But there are no crimes to stop. No evil-doers to subdue.

Occasionally I run into a small group of young people. Instead of running away (a common response from criminals) they are instead curious about me, and approach me, and seem genuinely open and friendly. If anything, they seem starved for something out of the ordinary, which I certainly am for them.
What's ironic is these are people my own age, and just as law abiding. If they realized who was controlling the giant robot before them they might treat me with less awe. As it is, they want to touch me and get my autograph (I have had to learn to operate the giant metal hands to a level of percision I had not practiced initially).

I will continue my patrols of both the town and the school. If anything, my instinct tells me the town is too quiet, and that the lack of any criminal activity whatsoever speaks to something even larger and more sinister than my simple dreams of super-heroism had ever included.

But that's got to be just the paranoia that boredom creates.

I'll keep up the vigil!



 

2002-6-30   Leonard K

June 30

Nightly patrols have been proceeding without serious malfunction or loss of lucidity. But my incident report log is growing. So far I have thwarted one attempted car break in, and chased off suspicious tresspassers on 2 occaisions.

This weekend Prof. Veda has let me patrol without his direct oversight. He definitely needed the sleep. For me, guiding the Sonic Destroyer while in dream state actually provides me with some of the deepest and most fufilling sleep I have ever had. My days are filled with more energy than I have known.

Given the relatively calm nature of the Psychic High School campus in summertime, I plan to widen my patrols to cover the town starting this week.


 

2002-6-22   Leonard K

June 22

My sessions with Prof. Veda have been going exceptionally well. I've passed his Grade 7 lucidity schedules, and he's given his blessing on a Sonic Destroyer test run.

So, after getting fully to sleep tonight, I'll uplink to the delta wave carrier device and my dream self will be transfered to the Sonic Destroyer, who I'll take on patrol around campus. Prof. Veda wil be accompanying us on our rounds, ready with the Safe Word to wake me if things start to get out of hand.

Hopefully, this will be the dawn of a whole new era of campus security!

Thanks for your support.

 

2002-6-11   Leonard K

I would like to offer my most sincere apologies to anyone who may have been frightened or injured at graduation last Saturday. While it's clear that both my control mechanism as well as the robot's armaments function perfectly well, I personally could use some pratice controlling the Sonic Destroyer while in the Dream State. While I had been acheiving lucidity fairly regularly, it is true that perhaps I should not have attempted a public demonstration until such time as I was positive I had complete control.

As a result, I have been enrolled in compulsory Summer Session with Professor Veda during which time dream control will be my main focus.

Thank you for your understanding.

 

2002-6-7   Leonard K

A lot of you know me from psycho-electronics class, and the special project I have been allowed to work on all semester. I am extremely proud to say it is finished, and ready for presentation to the student body, just in time for graduation.

From 1 to 3pm this Saturday in the Hall of Science, please visit my creation:

The Sonic Destroyer

I have created a fully cybernetic robot, which is controlled via a remote brain wave amplification device. Specifically, it is powered and operated via the brain activity present during dreaming sleep - though beta, delta and theta waves.

The robot stands 13'3", is armored, and armed with an array of sonic cannons. The cannons are retractable through reinforced compartments in the forearms and chest. Thrusters mounted within the legs provide limited flight. The Sonic Destroyer weighs 937 pounds.

I will be remaining awake for the rest of the night and until tomorrow afternoon in order to be able to sleep during tomorrow's presentation - during which time I will assume control of the robot and display its capabilities.

Thank you.

 


 

 
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