The depths of the crypt are dark. The only light being my bioluminescent blue glow. The walls glare at me and unseen predators size me up from afar. The caves are endless. I hope someone can find the tracks I leave. Hope, down here in the the catacombs is like humidity. However, the air is very dry...

This was the break i had been longing for. Two years, stuck in our electrical system. Causing havoc accidentally or not. They finally found a being to take my place, I can stay underneath the surface for many times with @Alastor Dimitri II to take my place on the surface. I want to share the deep knowledge, long forgotten in Psyhigh. I will resurface as I wish, as the origins begin to unfold. I will never forget about those who helped me, @Fawn and @kubert. Psyhigh, its time to reveal the depths of your mystery, I will start with the hyperjump hidden, under the Eelwood Pastures, just beyond the eye of the unseen. Join me if you dare!

You know this is why I try to avoid charging.

So its been a couple of weeks in my new body, and its ok I guess. The last few months have been an ethereal dream... I was pure electricity, riding the grid, bouncing around inside that little robot, and yet time had no meaning. And the Generators! What did they want? They were pretty spooky in their robes made out of static, just standing there, not moving, each one a hundred feet tall. They were the ones who threw me out of that robot and into this new body. I guess I owe it all to them, and @Justin Colorado and @Zora Dyne too. Thanks everybody. Will my powers be controllable in this new body? Am I still the same old @Alastor Dimitri inside? Only time will tell!

Zzzzzzzzzt! *^*!!

The operation was a success. We set up in the tack room of my great grandpa's barn. He's got an old short wave tube radio in there that @Zora Dyne said would be good for amplifying her song and reaching the Generators. We put the Electric Eric in a bucket in the middle of the room. And we set drooly Alastor Dimitri II up in a saddle on one of the saw horses and wrapped his hand around the rigging like he was fixin' to ride a bronco. We weren't half wrong about that.

It wasn't long before Zora Dyne had her song flying through the airwaves and the room got real cold. The electric bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered and the flashes played tricks with our eyes, like it was a room full of banshees and static, all the while Zora Dyne's song getting bigger and the radio getting wilder, and the Electric Eric thumping around in the bucket.

Suddenly Alastor Dimitri II sits bolt upright in his saddle and starts jerking around, his free hand flailing and his feet flying up in the air. I wasn't sure how long this was going to go on, so I went inside my great grandpa's house and got a coke out of the fridge. Great grandma was in the kitchen sorting through some bills but she had to ask me about school and how I was doing and what my final project for Dark 4-H was going to be, and wanted to remind me that she won first prize in Evil Chicken Wrangling when she was in school. I finished my coke and thanked her and went back to the barn.

When I returned, Alastor Dimitri II was foaming at the mouth but had mostly stopped convulsing. The light was steady again and Zora Dyne was sitting in the dusty chair by the radio, slowly tuning the dial. The Electric Eric was still.

We let Alastor Dimitri II sleep it off in the spare room at my great grandpa's. He was able to shower and dress himself, which wasn't something the body was able to do prior to the operation. After a big farm breakfast of sunny side up eggs, pancakes, bacon, fried spam, toast, jelly, tomato preserves, potatoes, and sausage, I returned him to his old dorm room, where I believe the familiarity of his surroundings will no doubt help him recover his memories. In due time.

As for my final project for Dark 4-H, I'm considering a project involving the wireless transmission of consciousness. Thank you @Alastor Dimitri!

I sing in mathematics
I make tones with my mouth
I weave a tunnel and a ladder
Hoping @Alastor Dimitri will come out!

Long ago he had a problem
His powers were too much
but Psyhigh students worked together
and saved him from burning up.

First @kubert tried to help him
with his gizmos and his schemes,
made him into a reality show
and licensed all the memes!

It was @Fawn who took an interest
and hired Skunk Detective, Larry Moon,
to get to the bottom of the problem
which was buried underneath the school.

But Alastor's powers kept growing
His gauges were in the red
@Mr. Hazeldell tried to help him
but got a chest full of lead instead.

Then Dark 4-H offered a solution
those guys are always crafty
@Justin Colorado built Alastor an android body
but its mind is kinda drafty.

Won't you come home oh @Alastor Dimitri?
Come out of the wires in the ceiling.
Get into this pre-built teen, you Generator Kid,
Or I will go on singing!

You're done blowing up light bulbs and hiding in the sockets!
Quit riding the electrical grid and zipping around like a rocket!
Use your slinky power to jump into this nice body
Your powers will be contained and people will think you are a hottie!

If not I'll keep on singing
till everybody's ears are ringing
with thunder and lightning and raining
and @Gretel starts complaining!

I'd gone by to diagnose the haunted roomba that was vexing @Enrique Metabolism and sure enough--it was my little Electric Eric! A little worse for wear but serviceable, and as cantankerous as ever. I firmly believe it is housing the galvanic essence of young @Alastor Dimitri, likely gone a bit haywire and crazy after finding himself a disembodied electrical spirit for so long.

His power's gone pretty low, but just to be on the safe side I've removed the arms and legs and defused some of the more dangerous modifications I'd installed. Like the particle beam servos, and the laser eyes, and the nuclear powered boring drills. Now it's pretty much just a container for an incorporeal magnetic life form, poor kid.

Can't say my expertise lies in the new-fangled synthetic biochemical sciences, but I'll trust the young people like @Justin Colorado in that department. Transferring young Alastor into the android teen that Justin created seems like it just may be the best way out of this mess. Perhaps @Zora Dyne can find a way to sing him outta this mindless little metal body and into the new one that Justin grew.

Meanwhile, I've been setting up those homeless folks in town with a whole slew of my more practical inventions--self building tiny houses (which have the added benefit of low altitude flight, since they're always getting rousted from one campsite to the next), matter-converting privvies (self warming AND cooling, plus they create potable water and deliciously nutritious brownies), and e-paper internet browsers (solar powered and that tap in to the major ISPs free of charge). Hopefully I've made their holidays a little brighter.

The Teen Building Workshop was a success, and I have built my teen. We'd done most the work during the workshop itself, but then our teens had to gestate in the amniotic tanks for a good couple of weeks. It's a good process, and I could see it becoming popular for cranking out a few extra farmhands when you need them at harvest time. I've signed up to be a franchisee and plan on selling the kits door to door this summer. Plus it'll go towards my Entrepreneurial Badge for Dark 4-H.

Rather than using one of the 5 sample templates that come with the kit, I've left mine unimprinted, leaving it open for @Alastor Dimitri to inhabit. Once we finally track him down, that is. In the meantime he (Alastor Dimitri II) just kind of sits in the corner, humming to himself.

It won't be too much longer, boy.

My new roomba is haunted! Ha ha ha of course not JOKE!!! But it is acting up a lot.

I found it outside in the grassy strip between the dorms (what do you call that area??!) and it looked kind of sick, and hungry. It wasn't very heavy so I carried it in and it had just a little bit of life in its tiny arms and legs and when I put it on its back it waved them in the air like a beetle!

It has a little jack in the back and my cell phone charger fit so I let it charge up over night. The next day it was full of life and skittering across the floor on all fours and sucking up dust bunnies and dirt and I thought "Great! Free roomba!" so I left it all day when I was at class. But when I got back it had torn all the carpet off the floors and eaten the upholstery off the couches. "Bad! Bad roomba!" I said but it just ran under the bed and is burning cuss words into the baseboard with its laser eye I think.

@Mr. Hazeldell I was in your psychic engineering class last quarter is this something that you think you could help me out with? Thanks!!

On the side, I raise Fire Bunnies. Most people think it's just for little kids, on account of just how cute those Fire Bunnies can be. But I find great solace tending my fire-proof hutches, stroking the bunnies with my asbestos gloves. And in the pantheon of Dark 4-H Animal Husbandry, who'd want to raise Skunk-chickens? Or Spiny Death Horses? The Fire Bunnies are where it's at.

So I'm at the Psychic Feed n' Seed, picking up a 30lb sack of Fire Bunny Chow, and noticed a flyer for the Teen Building Workshop. "Build a Teen!" "All materials supplied!" "Teens Guaranteed!" And I thought heck, that's something I've never done. So I'm planning on attending this upcoming workshop. I'm going to build a teen.

But not just any teen. I'm going to build an @Alastor Dimitri.