Hello, my allies! This is the Powernaut again.
Last month, the Power Patrol newsletter had lots of news about our brave new universe. But it also had some responses from the public, which is really what my Power Patrol is all about. This time, I'm going to devote the whole letter to responses.
As I've said, the barriers between realities are loose now. So, you readers may find some of the responses strange - and some of the pictures too. Well, life itself is strange nowadays.
First, I'm going to hand the newsletter over to my fellow fighter, Karl Scribner, because he has a correspondence too. I think you'll like it.
God Save the Earth!
(signed) the Powernaut
Like the big guy said, this is Karl. I came to work for the Power Patrol last month. My previous employer didn't like the way I was kind of doubting one of my bosses' sanity. And that's fine. I wasn't too happy with life, and I was ready to move on anyway.
And that's all fine. But then my last boss wrote the Powernaut, asking for help. And the Powernaut helps everyone. So now I help everyone too. So, I had to help my former boss.
His problem? He wasn't real. His relatives wished him back to life during the first reality shift this year. So most of his memories were missing.
Now, my boss wasn't a bad guy... when he was alive. It would be counterproductive to list all the things he ever did... but among other things, he sent subsidies to a disadvantaged child in the Philippines. The Powernaut and I were able to find this out about him.
So, we got his charity to send him an invitation to visit his sponsored girl in Manila. And then we arranged for the Powernaut to visit that child too, and all her friends. My boss was wanting to talk with the Powernaut anyway, so he practically had to go to the Philippines.
I could write a whole journal about the details... but it's really not important. Suffice it to say, it was a midnight meeting. A fun slumber party for the kids, and convenient for the arriving tourists from halfway around the world. I sadly found out, my old boss likes to sing "MacArthur Park is Melting in the Dark". Boy, it's schmaltzy. And the Powernaut now has a Filipino passport. He's their goodwill ambassador now!
Aside from schmaltzy music, I'm pleased to report, the trip went well. The Powernaut loves kids, and kids love the Powernaut. But more to the point of the story, my boss loved his kid, and his kid loved him. It was like he'd recovered a bit of his past.
The important thing is, the trip helped people. That charity does trips like that all the time; you can find a more complete travelog of one of those trips here. The Powernaut loves to help charity. And I have to admit, it feels good for me too.
(signed) Karl Scribner, 27 September 2005.
My fellow fighter Karl,
You've done good work for the Power Patrol, just by helping this one person. I'm sure great things will come from this.
(signed) the Powernaut
And now, we have a message from the guy Karl helped.
I'll admit it. I'm the slimy ex-boss that Karl Scribner was writing about. We all worked for the FERG, the Freedom Engineering Research Group, which my Ferguson siblings and I run. Don't ask me how I got to working alongside them, but it seems to have worked out well. For everyone except Karl, anyway.
Like Karl said, I had some problems. Apparently I'd suffered from the recent reality shifts, more than most people. I had amnesia for everything before the shift. My relatives found me, and rehabilitated me. They not only nursed me back to health, they gave me a real job. With the FERG. For that, I owe them more than I can ever say.
But I owe Karl too. And you too, Powernaut. When I was down, you gave me a hand. You gave me back part of my history, the night you led me to someone I'd helped in Asia. It was such a small thing to me back then, but it's such a big thing to me now.
But then I needed more. I needed all my past. Even down to those Monkees CDs that I used to own. I was sick of lying awake in the middle of the night, wondering what my life should be about.
So, I started searching. And it didn't take much. It seems I was an addict of web logging, even before the World Wide Web really existed. I'd filed my entire damn personal history for public perusal on a web site! I'm not certain why I did this, but it surely came in handy for me.
It looks like, Karl Scribner is actually a piece of me! I think the Powernaut might be one too! In any case, he seems to have merged with Karl (or maybe out of Karl) during the reality shifts, whenever they found it convenient.
Well, I've found Karl. He was leaving work late one night, and I was waiting.
Karl and I are one again. Believe me, he was older and tireder than he had any right to be, and he was ready to be a part of something greater. And he led the way to the Powernaut. Even the Powernaut is with me now.
You may see Karl sometimes, or you may see me, Wyatt. You may even see us as the Powernaut.
Karl and the Powernaut have done some good things. They've somehow built a corporation with massive voluntary support from the world. This is a useful base of operations, to gather my friends and allies. The FERG used to do that, but now it mostly just keeps my relatives happy. I can't say that's wrong, but I can still say, there's more to life than that.
I've got myself back, but I want my history. The real history. Superhumans, high-tech island nations, warts, and all. I can't believe anyone's really happy with the current history. Even the benevolent secret leaders of Earth can't quite keep things together here.
Things have to change. This is the start. I'm on a mission. The war to bring the real world back is hereby declared.
First, I make my relatives safe in my absence. I really do care for them, now more than ever. But in my brave new world, I have to break the traditional family structure.
Then I take my reality back, one step at a time. Wherever I need to go for this, I will.
I've already had to evade one defender of the new reality. He came from the Church of the Super Savior, and he called himself the New Sentinel. He was ready for a fight.
And I'm writing it all down here. As ever. I've found that making my whole damn life public, pays off. And a flood of public web pages, is practically the best place to keep a secret nowadays.
But it's scary. History might change again, as long as the reality shifts continue. I've driven reality shifts before, so history might be depending on me this time.
Of course I'm not the best one for the job; my many mental neuroses are well-documented by medical professionals. And since then, I've gotten multiple personalities. But I'm the only one there is. Let's hope I don't $#@! up.
In the darkness of night in my bed, I would lay awake with no purpose. In the darkness of night in Asia, I met someone who started to restore my purpose. In the darkness of evening in America, I got parts of myself back. Now, as the nights grow longer in my part of the world, I go forth to get my real world back. In the darkness, as need be.
(signed) Wyatt Ferguson, 16 October 2005.
The Adventures of Me 2005
The Dark Maneuvers
My ally Wyatt,
Er, right. Whatever. The important thing is, you have a purpose to life now. As long as you don't hurt anyone, you're entitled to fight for the world you want. That's what the Power Patrol is all about. So, keep fighting!
(signed) the Powernaut
Next, I respond to a villainous challenge.
(signed) Designate Spanker-4, Local Chronograph 20051021.
My enemy Spanker 4, assuming you're serious...
My allies say there really have been three "Spanker" lifeforms that came to Earth to punish humanity. So there might possibly be a fourth one on Earth right now.
In any case... By your words, you proclaim yourself the enemy of humankind. Of course I will fight alongside them against you.
(signed) the Powernaut
To close this episode, I give you this action report - as viewed from the other side.
Domination of Eiler Special Journal
The Domination of Eiler vs. the Powernaut
This year, the Domination of Eiler dressed up as the Domination of Eiler. Of course, with world domination as the ultimate prize, the possibility of superhero intervention had to be considered.
The planning paid off, when the Powernaut showed up at the party! The Domination Guard engaged and neutralized the Powernaut, thereby allowing the party to proceed to its successful conclusion.
All Hail the Domination!
(signed) S. Eiler, Fist of the One Maker, for the Domination of Eiler.
My rival "The Domination of Eiler",
As part of my patrols, I often check out parties. They change reality more often than you might think. But I'm sure you'll be glad to know, I found your party harmless.
I recognize your flag from Capitol marches of two years ago. Do you really mean to protest whatever?
Oh, and I noticed the dancing banana won the costume contest. What does that do to your world domination?
(signed) the Powernaut
All characters in this fiction (other than the real people) are copyright © 2005 by Eiler Technical Enterprises.