Leave it to Psyhigh to keep the Christmas lights up this long. And they don't even believe in Christmas - it's all QMAS this and YMAS that. God I hate this place.

However, @Alastor Dimitri, you picked a hell of a time to fry the system. I had just suited up in the Sonic Destroyer 3.0 - the powered body armor that focuses any sound you make into a directed force weapon. The whole thing seals up airtight, because I want it to be able to go underwater, so it's like a small submarine with legs and arms. You probably saw it in the corner of my room. Likely buried under some dirty clothes.

I had myself all sealed up in it and had just locked down the helmet when the circuits blew, and even though I'm running the whole room on those big batteries I had you charge, there was an arc and and a zap and the suit went completely dead! And without any juice, you can't move in it at all. Every piece of it is power steering.

So I was locked up in that thing for what, six hours? Luckily the re-breathers in it don't need power. Yeah, luckily. OR I WOULDN'T BE HERE TYPING THIS!!!! I yelled for like 45 minutes but all it did was hurt my ears. I mean, I know made it soundproof because of the sonic weaponry, but I was just frustrated.

I must have been sobbing, delusional, when the power came back on, because suddenly BAM! through the visor I see my computer table BLOW UP, and then BAM! the work bench goes, and it was my whimpers that were activating the sound weapon, and then I yelled "No, wait! Stop!" and BAM! BAM! BAM! I blow up my dresser, and my desk, and a big hole next to the window. Yeah, that was stupid. But I was half asleep, and exhausted from being locked up in that thing all night.

Which leads me to the conclusion that yes, Alastor, you do need to get yourself under control. But it's going to take me days just to get my workshop back in order. So in the meantime, I dunno, wear gloves or something? Sheesh!

No, @Alastor Dimitri, you can NOT "give the tail a shot." If that little witch tries to pin a wire on you, or if you notice you start sprouting a little stub back there we need to take care of that immediately.

And we've made SUCH great progress in such a short period of time! I know my room still looks like a Goodwill computer center, but already the Time Scanners are operational. All those screens are lit up now - our own personal CCTV system on the past and future. And I can see BIG things ahead!

Well, actually, I can see a few different big things ahead, some of which are mutually exclusive. But I'm learning. For instance, I know now I should NOT activate the Ambient Heavy Metal Generator, as it seems to have a bug that creates rampant, excessive hair growth, and the entire campus gets flooded waist-deep in long, flowing locks, and the National Guard gets involved. So SEE? Because of the Time Scanner, we can skip that one.

Unfortunately, there's not much better luck with the Infinite Darkness Yogurt Swirl Machine, the Mirror World Self-operating Squeegee, or the Insta-clone Headdress (which, actually, I haven't even thought of yet, but you can see how useful the Time Scanner is).

And, Alastor, this is all because of YOU! Without all that sweet, sweet power that you generate, none of this would be possible. We need your power to keep flowing, unhindered, and NOT GROUNDED. You just keep coming up to my place and sitting in the chair and letting that power flow.

You know, I am so sick of Psyhigh. And all the controls they put on you ALL THE TIME!

I mean, in the brochures they advertise their Reality Generators, and all this "room" we'll have to "grow." But when you really try do DO SOMETHING you run into a wall right away. They've got the safeties turned up to 11 on all the equipment, and did you know there are even force fields built into the walls? You can't actually do ANYTHING if it's not what they already want you to be doing.

Like I was in the Reality Generators last week - RG#11 - and I was working on a giant crocodile that walked on its hind legs and wore a helmet with a sonic cannon mounted on the top, and had gold rings on its hands that spelled out r-e-p-t-o k-i-l-l-a, and when I walked it out the interlocken gates all these alarms and sirens went off and he got decompiled. It's like the bowling alley when they've got gutter bumpers flipped up. It SUCKS.

That's why I'm building my own tech. I've got drawings, and know how to do it, and I'm not going to do it on their terms. I got kicked out of regular high school for doing that kind of thing, and that's why Psyhigh recruited me. But now that I'm here, they won't even let me do it.

But what I need now is power. I've got some prototypes built in my room, but the 120 volt sockets won't cut it. What I need is a generator kid, and one who will appreciate the kind of work I'm doing. There's a new kid on the floor above me who already got revived once from messing with the electricty, name is @Alastor Dimitri. Seems to have a thing for the juice. Hopefully he'll help me power this shit up.