Expendable

Black Suit, real
name unknown

• Alias: Thaddeus J. B.
  Rotcudnoc


• Alias:


• Alias:


• Alias:

Motivation: Power/Control, to be the apex of every
triangle, and the conductor of every interaction.

Thaddeus abhors
social inventions. He is a trillion-aire+++. His net personal (non-corporate) net
worth is equal, at least, to the annual GDP of North America combined.

He needs to be in
control of all things at all times. Money is not a motivation, it is a tool
used to achieve that control. He owns half the US Senators, and blackmails
another 1/4 of them. He considers Warren Buffet a small time nuisance, and
sometimes an unwitting participant in his schemes.

Real power is
wielded secretly, quietly, and firmly. He never uses his real name, he's not
even sure if he can remember his real name.

Today he's decided
to be known as Thaddeus.

 -----------------------------------

Thaddeus Point Of View

Thaddeus, we cannot push him any further, he's
already been in the room longer than most others, and his vitals are
dangerously out of control. We must put an end to this test… or give him a rest
and start again.

You Dr. Briar, like these experiments, are temporary
and expendable…  you would do well to
remember that.

He enjoyed seeing
that look on people's face, when they first realize that they were never the
one in charge or in control. When they realize that the person they thought
they brought on to assist, was actually the one calling the shots. What they
seldom know, and could not understand, is that they were never calling the
shots. They were all part of his orchestrated plan. They were but a violin in
his symphony, and easily replaceable.

Thaddeus broke his
stare when his point had been thoroughly impressed on his compatriots face… I'll be in the observation lounge that I paid so much
money to build. If we lose him, I will handle it. Proceed.

He stepped out of
the room, and walked down the hall to the observation room. He wanted to see
this for himself.  This one showed so
much more promise than the others. The new candidate criteria were working out
quite nicely.

************

Dr. Briar Point Of View

Thaddeus, we cannot push him any further, he's
already been in the room longer than most others, and his vitals are
dangerously out of control. We must put an end to this test… or give him a rest
and start again.

You Dr. Briar, like these experiments, are temporary
and expendable…  you would do well to
remember that.

A chill crept over
his spine, from his tail bone, up his neck, and into his head.. His skin became
cold as the realization dawned on him… He was never the one in control. When
he'd brought Thaddeus on, he'd been so hungry for the financial backing and the
seeming eagerness that he showed in the project, he'd never stopped to consider
that Thaddeus would take over.

…I'll be in the observation lounge that I paid so much
money to build. If we lose him, I will handle it. Proceed. Thaddeus
stepped out of the room, and walked down the hall.

Dr. Briar slumped
into his chair with the realization… he'd sold his science, his soul, to this
partnership. Without this financial backing, he'd have to pull out and stop
everything. Shameful though it may be, the scientist in him was curious to see
what would happen if he pushed the patient over the age.

So he turned back to
the monitor, and kept one on the vitals, then turned pushed the slider one
notch higher.

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Scene:

Dr. Briar is in the
control room, watching the night vision monitor and vitals.

Thaddeus is in the
observation room, watching the same monitors and vitals on a large flat screen.
He's sitting in very expensive leather chairs with cup holders. The room is
equipped like a studio apartment, kitchen, living room, on suite.

Ash is sitting in a
dentist chair in the middle of a pitch black room, observable through night
vision cameras. The room is outlined in chicken wire, and sound absorbing
material lines all sides, above, and beneath. The walls, ceiling, and floor are
lined with this material for a depth of 15 feet each, and backed by other
layers of non-reflective material, before being enclosed in 100's of feet of
concrete and plastic.

A sound box is
playing inside the room; however, it is putting out frequencies above and below
the human audible spectrum. Ash is unaware that any "sound" is being
produced. These frequencies are known to have an effect on the body and mind,
but are not detectable to the human ear, and are therefore audibly invisible.
These frequencies are known to be particularly interesting for their occurrence
and commonality in observable nature, and their effect on the their
surroundings. Today, these are being played at various decibel levels and the
frequencies themselves are being altered and fine-tuned, constantly compared to
the vitals on the screens, in order to see what affects these tunings cause.

When a frequency is
played through a speaker, and there is reverberation in the room (sound
bouncing off of the walls) the harmonies of that frequency will also be picked
up in a recording of that room. Without the reverberation effect, this room can
test the single frequency and/or any variation of the harmony frequencies they
wish to test.

They have discovered
that the frequency ranges of 3Hz, 7 Hz, and 12Hz have produced intriguing
results… others have also produces interesting results, but not always
positive, usable, results.

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Expendable

Black Suit, real name unknown

• Alias: Thaddeus J. B. Rotcudnoc
• Alias:
• Alias:
• Alias:

Motivation: Power/Control, to be the apex of every triangle, and the conductor of every interaction.

Thaddeus abhors social inventions. He is a trillion-aire+++. His net personal (non-corporate) net worth is equal, at least, to the annual GDP of North America combined.

He needs to be in control of all things at all times. Money is not a motivation, it is a tool used to achieve that control. He owns half the US Senators, and blackmails another 1/4 of them. He considers Warren Buffet a small time nuisance, and sometimes an unwitting participant in his schemes.

Real power is wielded secretly, quietly, and firmly. He never uses his real name, he's not even sure if he can remember his real name.

Today he's decided to be known as Thaddeus.

 -----------------------------------

Thaddeus Point Of View

Thaddeus, we cannot push him any further, he's already been in the room longer than most others, and his vitals are dangerously out of control. We must put an end to this test… or give him a rest and start again.

You Dr. Briar, like these experiments, are temporary and expendable…  you would do well to remember that.

He enjoyed seeing that look on people's face, when they first realize that they were never the one in charge or in control. When they realize that the person they thought they brought on to assist, was actually the one calling the shots. What they seldom know, and could not understand, is that they were never calling the shots. They were all part of his orchestrated plan. They were but a violin in his symphony, and easily replaceable.

Thaddeus broke his stare when his point had been thoroughly impressed on his compatriots face… I'll be in the observation lounge that I paid so much money to build. If we lose him, I will handle it. Proceed.

He stepped out of the room, and walked down the hall to the observation room. He wanted to see this for himself.  This one showed so much more promise than the others. The new candidate criteria were working out quite nicely.

************

Dr. Briar Point Of View

Thaddeus, we cannot push him any further, he's already been in the room longer than most others, and his vitals are dangerously out of control. We must put an end to this test… or give him a rest and start again.

You Dr. Briar, like these experiments, are temporary and expendable…  you would do well to remember that.

A chill crept over his spine, from his tail bone, up his neck, and into his head.. His skin became cold as the realization dawned on him… He was never the one in control. When he'd brought Thaddeus on, he'd been so hungry for the financial backing and the seeming eagerness that he showed in the project, he'd never stopped to consider that Thaddeus would take over.

…I'll be in the observation lounge that I paid so much money to build. If we lose him, I will handle it. Proceed. Thaddeus stepped out of the room, and walked down the hall.

Dr. Briar slumped into his chair with the realization… he'd sold his science, his soul, to this partnership. Without this financial backing, he'd have to pull out and stop everything. Shameful though it may be, the scientist in him was curious to see what would happen if he pushed the patient over the age.

So he turned back to the monitor, and kept one on the vitals, then turned pushed the slider one notch higher.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Scene:

Dr. Briar is in the control room, watching the night vision monitor and vitals.

Thaddeus is in the observation room, watching the same monitors and vitals on a large flat screen. He's sitting in very expensive leather chairs with cup holders. The room is equipped like a studio apartment, kitchen, living room, on suite.

Ash is sitting in a dentist chair in the middle of a pitch black room, observable through night vision cameras. The room is outlined in chicken wire, and sound absorbing material lines all sides, above, and beneath. The walls, ceiling, and floor are lined with this material for a depth of 15 feet each, and backed by other layers of non-reflective material, before being enclosed in 100's of feet of concrete and plastic.

A sound box is playing inside the room; however, it is putting out frequencies above and below the human audible spectrum. Ash is unaware that any "sound" is being produced. These frequencies are known to have an effect on the body and mind, but are not detectable to the human ear, and are therefore audibly invisible. These frequencies are known to be particularly interesting for their occurrence and commonality in observable nature, and their effect on the their surroundings. Today, these are being played at various decibel levels and the frequencies themselves are being altered and fine-tuned, constantly compared to the vitals on the screens, in order to see what affects these tunings cause.

When a frequency is played through a speaker, and there is reverberation in the room (sound bouncing off of the walls) the harmonies of that frequency will also be picked up in a recording of that room. Without the reverberation effect, this room can test the single frequency and/or any variation of the harmony frequencies they wish to test.

They have discovered that the frequency ranges of 3Hz, 7 Hz, and 12Hz have produced intriguing results… others have also produces interesting results, but not always positive, usable, results.

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Unknown Antagonist

Someone is brought
in by Dr. Briar to fix the project with sound and spirit world experiments. He
is superior in intellect to most, he is a strong strategist, and he has motives
that are not entirely purely scientific. His motives differ from Dr. Briar's in
that sense. He's RICH… but so rich that making more money has no appeal to him.
He'd be just as likely to drop a billion on a failing business just for the fun
of turning it around as he would to just watch the money burn and spin that
business wildly out of control. He's bored… he likes the power of anonymity. He
made Dr. Briar think that Dr. Briar sought out his help; when in fact, he
orchestrated the whole thing.

Who is this
Antagonist? Does he have a name? Will we ever know it? How much mystery is
good, vs how much do we need to build flesh and blood into this guy and make
him more real, menacing? Then again, the unknown has it's own fear built in. 

He motivated by
money, in the sense that once should have gain, value, profit of some kind of
out one's expenditure of energy. That value added need not be monetary though.
Power. Control. Can the other dimensions, what some call the spirit world, be
accessed? Can they be manipulated? Can they be controlled? These are the real
power, the real questions.

***

"Yes, Dr. Briar
I am! That is why you brought me here. To fix this reject project and bring
something valuable out of it. Keep me appraised of any changes."

The black suited man
turned and left the room. His tuft of white hair bouncing along as he walked
away.

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Dark Room (combined two days writting into one page. Still needs work.

After what seems 10
days, as per the marks on the box, Ash wakes to the sound of his food being
delivered for breakfast. He eats in silence. He doesn't even hear the noise
they've been pumping into the room for 10 days. When he is done he places his
tray on the shelf and it disappears into the wall again.

*Click* The sound in
the overhead turns off. The air pressure changes as a slight crake in the wall
snaps open. The crack opens wider as the panel disappears into the wall and the
crack becomes a doorway, which opens into a long hall. Ash makes his way down
the long hall, lit with a blue tinted LED strand.

The floor is
stretched chicken wire, over deep triangles of foam cut at different angles.
The walls, ceiling, all made of the same substance. One chair, bolted to the
floor. It looks comfortable enough. Like a dentist chair. Seeing no other
option, he takes a seat.

The silence is
deafening, immediately. Ash clapped his hand once, and noticed that the clap
was essentially absorbed, rather than bouncing back to him. It was as though
sound itself was sucked out of the room. If it were possible for sound to be
less than nothing, this was it. The sound was sucked right out of him, so that
all he could hear was his own heartbeat, and breathing. Even his ears began to
make their own ringing. This all hit him moments after entering the room, it
started subtle, and grew worse over the first moments in the room.

Cool air is keeping
the room a comfortable 74*F.

The lights go out.
Light was immediately absent. Completely absent. The only thing Ash could see
was the flashes of white dots dancing around his eyes from having been in the
light moments earlier. What utter and stark contrast to the room he was in. The
sound... or lack of sound... in this room was astonishing. It was though sound
itself was being sucked out. He could hear nothing but a ringing for the first
few minutes. After a while, the ringing subsided and he could hear the beating
of his own heart, and the sloshing of bodily fluids throughout his own body.

After the silence of
10 days in the white room, all of Ash's racing thoughts have subsided. He's
moved past wondering where he is, when he'll leave, he's now just him. Alone
with his thoughts. And increasingly, his past.

Eventually, after
what felt like an hour, but it was probably only minutes, he found that even
these sounds faded into the background of his attention. He could almost hear
his own thoughts. As though that voice in his head, that was always present,
telling him what to do, and where to go, and how to act, watch out for that...
don't say that... oh man, why did you do that for? It was as though the inner
voice became almost audible. As  though he could hear himself think. Or
rather as though his thoughts could speak to him audibly. It was an odd
sensation, but occupying his mind was the only thing he could do. He'd never
admit it to a captor, but solitary confinement was his favorite part of being a
prisoner of war. He enjoyed self-time, and silence. Accusation follows on the
heels of this. Anytime he's alone, it starts. What you should have done
differently.

Alone, in the dark
now, with no sound of any kind, negative sound. He sits. Lays back in the
reclining dentist chair, and he waits. He waits. He sleeps.

His concentration
snapped into focus suddenly with the feeling that he was not alone in this
room. He'd known before he entered the room that cameras were on him, and he
was being observed... but that wasn't it. He felt the air in the room change,
as though someone had entered the room with him. He could hear breathing in the
room. He wasn't tied to the chair, he could get up, but where to? He couldn't
see, he'd memorized the layout though. He knew the entrance he came from, and
he didn't see any other known entry ways before the door shut out the light.
Ash slowed his breathing, and observed with his four remaining senses for any
clue as to the whereabouts and intention of the new participant.

***

Ash... Ash... 

He sits up. How long
was he asleep? Is he asleep? How would you know in dark silence?

Ash... we know about you Ash... We know who you
are... what you've done... how could you... 

Ash shakes his
head... the voices vanish. What as that?

***

It's beginning... the biometrics just spiked.

Good, good... let's see how he does.

The previous test subjects had nowhere near the
discipline that Mr. Ashland does. This should be an interesting observation.
He's incredible. Getting a trained military man, accustomed to being alone for
days and weeks, a survival expert. He is already outlasted every scientist,
street volunteer, and audio geek we've ran through these tests. Many of them
didn't make it through the prep room, but we've never had anyone last this
long, he's been in there for three hours and just now he's starting to show signs
of a dimensional tear. You are a genius!

Yes, Dr. Briar I am! That is why you brought me here.
To fix this reject project and bring something valuable out of it. Keep me
appraised of any changes.

The black suited man
turned and left the room. His tuft of white hair bouncing along as he walked
away.

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Unknown Antagonist

Someone is brought in by Dr. Briar to fix the project with sound and spirit world experiments. He is superior in intellect to most, he is a strong strategist, and he has motives that are not entirely purely scientific. His motives differ from Dr. Briar's in that sense. He's RICH… but so rich that making more money has no appeal to him. He'd be just as likely to drop a billion on a failing business just for the fun of turning it around as he would to just watch the money burn and spin that business wildly out of control. He's bored… he likes the power of anonymity. He made Dr. Briar think that Dr. Briar sought out his help; when in fact, he orchestrated the whole thing.

Who is this Antagonist? Does he have a name? Will we ever know it? How much mystery is good, vs how much do we need to build flesh and blood into this guy and make him more real, menacing? Then again, the unknown has it's own fear built in. 

He motivated by money, in the sense that once should have gain, value, profit of some kind of out one's expenditure of energy. That value added need not be monetary though. Power. Control. Can the other dimensions, what some call the spirit world, be accessed? Can they be manipulated? Can they be controlled? These are the real power, the real questions.

***

"Yes, Dr. Briar I am! That is why you brought me here. To fix this reject project and bring something valuable out of it. Keep me appraised of any changes."

The black suited man turned and left the room. His tuft of white hair bouncing along as he walked away.

****

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Dark Room (combined two days writting into one page. Still needs work.

After what seems 10 days, as per the marks on the box, Ash wakes to the sound of his food being delivered for breakfast. He eats in silence. He doesn't even hear the noise they've been pumping into the room for 10 days. When he is done he places his tray on the shelf and it disappears into the wall again.

*Click* The sound in the overhead turns off. The air pressure changes as a slight crake in the wall snaps open. The crack opens wider as the panel disappears into the wall and the crack becomes a doorway, which opens into a long hall. Ash makes his way down the long hall, lit with a blue tinted LED strand.

The floor is stretched chicken wire, over deep triangles of foam cut at different angles. The walls, ceiling, all made of the same substance. One chair, bolted to the floor. It looks comfortable enough. Like a dentist chair. Seeing no other option, he takes a seat.

The silence is deafening, immediately. Ash clapped his hand once, and noticed that the clap was essentially absorbed, rather than bouncing back to him. It was as though sound itself was sucked out of the room. If it were possible for sound to be less than nothing, this was it. The sound was sucked right out of him, so that all he could hear was his own heartbeat, and breathing. Even his ears began to make their own ringing. This all hit him moments after entering the room, it started subtle, and grew worse over the first moments in the room.

Cool air is keeping the room a comfortable 74*F.

The lights go out. Light was immediately absent. Completely absent. The only thing Ash could see was the flashes of white dots dancing around his eyes from having been in the light moments earlier. What utter and stark contrast to the room he was in. The sound... or lack of sound... in this room was astonishing. It was though sound itself was being sucked out. He could hear nothing but a ringing for the first few minutes. After a while, the ringing subsided and he could hear the beating of his own heart, and the sloshing of bodily fluids throughout his own body.

After the silence of 10 days in the white room, all of Ash's racing thoughts have subsided. He's moved past wondering where he is, when he'll leave, he's now just him. Alone with his thoughts. And increasingly, his past.

Eventually, after what felt like an hour, but it was probably only minutes, he found that even these sounds faded into the background of his attention. He could almost hear his own thoughts. As though that voice in his head, that was always present, telling him what to do, and where to go, and how to act, watch out for that... don't say that... oh man, why did you do that for? It was as though the inner voice became almost audible. As  though he could hear himself think. Or rather as though his thoughts could speak to him audibly. It was an odd sensation, but occupying his mind was the only thing he could do. He'd never admit it to a captor, but solitary confinement was his favorite part of being a prisoner of war. He enjoyed self-time, and silence. Accusation follows on the heels of this. Anytime he's alone, it starts. What you should have done differently.

Alone, in the dark now, with no sound of any kind, negative sound. He sits. Lays back in the reclining dentist chair, and he waits. He waits. He sleeps.

His concentration snapped into focus suddenly with the feeling that he was not alone in this room. He'd known before he entered the room that cameras were on him, and he was being observed... but that wasn't it. He felt the air in the room change, as though someone had entered the room with him. He could hear breathing in the room. He wasn't tied to the chair, he could get up, but where to? He couldn't see, he'd memorized the layout though. He knew the entrance he came from, and he didn't see any other known entry ways before the door shut out the light. Ash slowed his breathing, and observed with his four remaining senses for any clue as to the whereabouts and intention of the new participant.

***

Ash... Ash... 

He sits up. How long was he asleep? Is he asleep? How would you know in dark silence?

Ash... we know about you Ash... We know who you are... what you've done... how could you... 

Ash shakes his head... the voices vanish. What as that?

***

It's beginning... the biometrics just spiked.

Good, good... let's see how he does.

The previous test subjects had nowhere near the discipline that Mr. Ashland does. This should be an interesting observation. He's incredible. Getting a trained military man, accustomed to being alone for days and weeks, a survival expert. He is already outlasted every scientist, street volunteer, and audio geek we've ran through these tests. Many of them didn't make it through the prep room, but we've never had anyone last this long, he's been in there for three hours and just now he's starting to show signs of a dimensional tear. You are a genius!

Yes, Dr. Briar I am! That is why you brought me here. To fix this reject project and bring something valuable out of it. Keep me appraised of any changes.

The black suited man turned and left the room. His tuft of white hair bouncing along as he walked away.

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Character Sketch: Dr Richard T. Briar

Author of:  “Unlocking the Paranormal Mind. A study of
how the human mind’s unlocked potential”, By Dr Richard T. Briar.

Richard Briar was a
scientist, who specialized in the paranormal. His birth name was Niklaus von
Klaus

He was named after
the patron saint of Switzerland. Niklaus von Flue, also known as Brother Klaus,
who died in 1487. Brother Klaus was known as a spiritual advisor and pastor to
both rural and rich; however, was also known for heretical practices of mysticism.

Dr. Briar's mother
was a mystic from Switzerland, and his father was a German scientist during
WWI. Dr Niklaus von Klaus was a German Nazi scientist during WWII, who fled to
Switzerland, and then to the UK, after changing his name and accent. He now
operated under the alias of Dr. Richard Briar, tenured professor (retired) of
Cambridge University, and founder of the Briar Psychiatric Center, Colorado
Springs, CO. , dedicated to studying the farthest reaches and capabilities of
the human mind.

There were exactly
zero people alive who knew Dr. Briar's original identity, or the extent of his
true plans.

It would be
interesting to see just how far this rabbit hole would go…. What secrets the
unlocking the human mind would reveal. It was necessary to operate on the
fringe of the law, after all, we all know how bureaucracies hold back the
spirit of innovation!

 ******

Niklaus von Flue, Nicholas of Flühe or brother Klaus (* 1417
; † 21
March 1487
in Flüeli
at Sachseln
in the canton of Obwalden
) was a Swiss
hermit
, ascetic
and mystic
. He is the patron saint of Switzerland.

From
<http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

On March 21, 1487 Brother Klaus died after a hard
agony on the floor of his cell.

From
<http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

Niklaus von Flue
gained widely reputation as pastor
and spiritual advisor, not only for the rural population, but also as a guide
for foreign heads of state in Europe in the 15th century. So says a special
envoy of the Duchy of Milan, in a letter to Ludovico
Sforza of visits to the hermit, where he discussed political issues, and
the Duke thanked in the response for its gracious greetings. [3]

Nicholas of Flue was
also interested in a mystic in worldly things. He watched the political events
and was asked for advice on such matters.

From
<http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

The origins of Nazism and its relation to the occult have been a part of popular culture since
at least 1959. There are documentaries and books on the topic, including The Morning of the Magicians (1960) and The Spear of Destiny (1972). Historian Nicholas
Goodrick-Clarke analyzed the topic in The Occult Roots of Nazism in which he
argued there were links between some ideals of Ariosophy and Nazi ideology.
He also analyzed the problems of the numerous popular "occult
historiography" books written on the topic. He sought to separate empiricism and sociology from the
"Modern Mythology of Nazi Occultism" that exist in many books which
"have represented the Nazi phenomenon as the product of arcane and demonic
influence". He considered most of these to be "sensational and
under-researched".[1]

From
<http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazism_and_occultism>

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Character Sketch: Dr Richard T. Briar

Author of:  “Unlocking the Paranormal Mind. A study of how the human mind’s unlocked potential”, By Dr Richard T. Briar.

Richard Briar was a scientist, who specialized in the paranormal. His birth name was Niklaus von Klaus

He was named after the patron saint of Switzerland. Niklaus von Flue, also known as Brother Klaus, who died in 1487. Brother Klaus was known as a spiritual advisor and pastor to both rural and rich; however, was also known for heretical practices of mysticism.

Dr. Briar's mother was a mystic from Switzerland, and his father was a German scientist during WWI. Dr Niklaus von Klaus was a German Nazi scientist during WWII, who fled to Switzerland, and then to the UK, after changing his name and accent. He now operated under the alias of Dr. Richard Briar, tenured professor (retired) of Cambridge University, and founder of the Briar Psychiatric Center, Colorado Springs, CO. , dedicated to studying the farthest reaches and capabilities of the human mind.

There were exactly zero people alive who knew Dr. Briar's original identity, or the extent of his true plans.

It would be interesting to see just how far this rabbit hole would go…. What secrets the unlocking the human mind would reveal. It was necessary to operate on the fringe of the law, after all, we all know how bureaucracies hold back the spirit of innovation!

 ******

Niklaus von Flue, Nicholas of Flühe or brother Klaus (* 1417; † 21 March 1487in Flüeliat Sachselnin the canton of Obwalden) was a Swisshermit, asceticand mystic. He is the patron saint of Switzerland.

From <http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

On March 21, 1487 Brother Klaus died after a hard agony on the floor of his cell.

From <http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

Niklaus von Flue gained widely reputation as pastorand spiritual advisor, not only for the rural population, but also as a guide for foreign heads of state in Europe in the 15th century. So says a special envoy of the Duchy of Milan, in a letter to Ludovico Sforza of visits to the hermit, where he discussed political issues, and the Duke thanked in the response for its gracious greetings. [3]

Nicholas of Flue was also interested in a mystic in worldly things. He watched the political events and was asked for advice on such matters.

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The origins of Nazism and its relation to the occult have been a part of popular culture since at least 1959. There are documentaries and books on the topic, including The Morning of the Magicians (1960) and The Spear of Destiny (1972). Historian Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke analyzed the topic in The Occult Roots of Nazism in which he argued there were links between some ideals of Ariosophy and Nazi ideology. He also analyzed the problems of the numerous popular "occult historiography" books written on the topic. He sought to separate empiricism and sociology from the "Modern Mythology of Nazi Occultism" that exist in many books which "have represented the Nazi phenomenon as the product of arcane and demonic influence". He considered most of these to be "sensational and under-researched".[1]

From <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazism_and_occultism>

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There was a race of beings that were inhabited by another
creature. They were a semi symbiotic species. You could tell when one was
speaking and when the other was. Also, there was an imitator species that would
trick the people into allowing it in.

The leach promised great power but only brought a slow
decay. It was a slow decay of mind as well as body. The people didn’t see it
for what it was so the leach inhabited just about everybody. Only those who
underwent a special and sometimes painful process could be free of the leach.
The process was easy and quick, but not without Sp struggle.

Our hero finds himself in the middle of this struggle. (Is
he from this planet or a visitor from outside?)

Does he travel in space? Is he a pilot? Is he lost? Does he
have another gateway? Is he Mark?

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Inhabitted

There was a race of beings that were inhabited by another creature. They were a semi symbiotic species. You could tell when one was speaking and when the other was. Also, there was an imitator species that would trick the people into allowing it in.

The leach promised great power but only brought a slow decay. It was a slow decay of mind as well as body. The people didn’t see it for what it was so the leach inhabited just about everybody. Only those who underwent a special and sometimes painful process could be free of the leach. The process was easy and quick, but not without Sp struggle.

Our hero finds himself in the middle of this struggle. (Is he from this planet or a visitor from outside?)

Does he travel in space? Is he a pilot? Is he lost? Does he have another gateway? Is he Mark?

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