I've received some correspondence which speaks for itself. As ever, I'm filing it on the Web, because my flood of obscure web pages is about as private as anything gets nowadays.
Dr. Rebecca Cobham
Mr. Wyatt Ferguson
Dear Mr. Ferguson: I'm writing to thank you for your recent donation, earmarked as sponsorship funds for our program member Stanley Timothy Levitz. Your generous donation, when combined with matching funds from the Lucianus Autonomus Fund, will cover Stan's program membership for the next year. As you instructed, Stan has not been informed of your donation. However, he still expresses an interest in you. He has even designated you as his next-of-kin for purpose of his program membership, which is unusual given that both his parents are still living. As he is now above the age of 18, we are required to respect his wishes. As such, you are entitled under the terms of Stan's membership to review all documents we compile regarding his case. I have attached a copy of a journal he keeps for our program. I think you will find that Stan's writing is entirely comprehensible; his writing skills have been measured as well above average for his age. Our program is concentrating upon treating his lack of focus. I'm confident you understand, Stan's been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder, but his problems seem to stem from his chaotic upraising. I would appeciate any background information you may provide on the patient and his family. On behalf of the Little City Foundation, I look forward to a continuing professional relationship with you and with the Freedom Engineering Research Group. Regards, Rebecca Cobham |
Well, it's no more strange than my own life is. And this explains a couple of things in my life. And I can explain some things from his.
In any case, I think I'll suggest Stan sell his diary to the World Journal Monthly, just like I do some of my stories. Not only are he and the Journal a good match for each other; a journalistic income will be better for him than working at the supermarket as a bag boy and secret Bug Boy. Or whatever.
Hawkman is copyright by DC Comics, as is (more importantly) Sweet Young Thing. DC Comics may have a claim to the concept of waves of antimatter which destroy universes, too. No Marvel characters appear in this fiction, unless you count "Daddy #1", who is based on a real storywriter who has something to do with both Marvel and DC Comics nowadays. Yes, I'm sure that person would never screw around and then abandon his children, but hey, it makes a nice story, so I'm sure he'd understand. All other characters in this fiction are copyright © 2007 by Eiler Technical Enterprises.