Having brought her up to date, I told her about my idea of smart glasses that can be used to communicate using holograms. She was, to put it mildly, shocked by my knowledge, not expecting such scientific knowledge from .
Much to my surprise, although it was not exactly her area of expertise, she gave a lot of useful advice regarding this project, as well as pointed out shortcomings that I had missed. We spent the entire day in the lab,and later that evening I took Dr. Kavita to her apartnt.
She was very pleased with what she saw, to put it mildly. Apparently, she was very impressed by my generosity. At the end, I left her the keys to the car that Heather bought with the company's money. All the best to our employees, the main thing is that there are results. Ah, I really hope that Professor Rao will be able to restore the serum formula.
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In front of stood a dark gate that blocked the entrance to the territory of an ancient building, around which an atmosphere of gloom and madness hung. If I were in such a place every day, I would constantly think about escaping, and if I did not have the "Gambler's Mind", I would probably go crazy from the hopelessness that hung here.
As you may have already guessed, at the mont, I was in Arkham Asylum. It is much more comfortable here than I initially assud ... It was sarcasm. Okay, let's go into this abode of madness.
"Excuse , who are you here to see?" The guard stopped .
"I would like to visit so patients of this wonderful clinic," I said while showing him a smile with thirty-two teeth.
"No one has the right to enter here without a pass," the man said emotionlessly.
"Oh, that's for sure," I took out Wayne and Gordon's letters of recomndation, as well as a top-level pass that Barbara had successfully issued for . Of course, with the help of her father and the bat-computer.
"For those who like papers, I always have a couple of passes in my pocket. Anything else?"
"Yes, I don't like you!" said the face in front of .
"Likewise... So can I get through?"
We looked at each other without hiding our hostility. Still, my opponent gave in first and stepped aside, opening the way for .
"Have a good visit, I hope you stay here longer. Better forever…"
"Dream on, maybe it will work out," I threw out at last, without turning around. God, what kind of people work here. What a nasty security guard!
I didn't like him at first sight, I don't know why, but the fact remains a fact. Nevermind, I have more important things to do, I hope the other employees are more friendly. Having t with the right people, I still managed to get a eting with three patients of the ntal hospital.
However, I was unable to see the director and head doctor of this crazy clinic. It turned out that he was away. Well, it was not a great loss.
"Sir, I should remind you that this man is absolutely insane, and we do not know what exactly to expect from him. Therefore, I remind you once again to be extrely careful and vigilant when communicating with him," having squeezed out the last warning, the doctor opened the door.
"Thank you, I know what kind of person is in this room. I know it even better than you do," I said, entering.
I was greeted by a dull interior, green walls, shabby plaster, and crazy inscriptions addressed to Batman, and ... ? When did I even have ti? In the center of the room, in a straitjacket, sat the prince of Gotham's criminal world, and his face, as always, was adorned with his signature smile.
"Alex, you won't believe how happy I am to see you!" the Joker exclaid joyfully. "It's been thirteen days since our last eting. I almost thought you forgot about . I even got a little upset."
"What are you talking about, J? I gave my word, and I always keep it. So, how are you doing here?" I asked, sitting down opposite.
"There's no reason to complain, the service is excellent, they feed you twice a day, shock therapy three tis a day, talks with a psychiatrist on schedule, and then the little things. Talking to myself, thoughts about global chaos, plans to escape, just don't tell anyone, and, of course, reading books. I reread my favorite "It" from ti to ti. How are you? Is Gotham still there? I hope so psychopath didn't take it over while I was hanging out here," the clown asked, his smile widening.
Seriously, he was starting to remind of the Grinch...
"Everything's the sa, the city is still there, Batman is on guard. I'm busy with company business, I recently released a new song and a video. And of course, I finished writing a book," I pulled it out of my bosom and put it on the table.
"This..."
"I promised a book that would be better than "It."
"A Clockwork Orange? is that on the cover?" he asked rhetorically. "Ha-hah-heH-Hah-Haah. I like it already! I can't wait to read it,I'm looking forward to it! Haha-hhhaaaha. A book with my face on the cover can't help but be interesting."
In an instant, his cheerful face changed to an expression of sadness. A tear almost fell from his eyes. "Alex, I am grateful to you. No one has ever dedicated such valuable works of fiction to before... With the exception of newspapers, dical certificates, scientific research by psychiatrists, and several dissertations regarding my ntal state, haha-HaHA-haAhhah."
And now, the cheerful face has returned. Oh no, it's gone again…
"And yet, there is sothing special in your books. They are interesting, and as if they were written personally for . I appreciate it," said the Joker, in a calm voice, and a rare friendly smile for him. "So, how about a ga of cards? He-he-HA."
Good old Joker again. Well, at least he tried. Eh, his emotional state is extrely unstable. So guess his mood, which changes every second due to his chaotic thoughts. But it seems that he is grateful to , albeit in his own, crazy way. You never know, we might beco friends.
Well, I don't mind, as long as he doesn't touch and my loved ones. After all, if you think about it, there are only advantages to being friends with this psychopath... I guess. Eh, who am I kidding... Having exchanged a few sentences with the Joker, I hurried to the exit.
"Co by again soti, Alex. You are always a welco guest here. I hope that I will still be here the next ti you visit. Ha-ha-Ha."
Several specialists ca to see him, while the doctor and I went to the next patient. Fragnts of words were heard from the Joker's cell, "Quickly, take these rags off before I arrange a fun Halloween night for you here ahead of ti. And just dare to touch the book, I…"
I didn't hear the last part, but it seems to they will avoid this book. It's more expensive to anger a crazy clown, and I think they know this firsthand. It's not for to worry about this, so away with these thoughts, and focus on the next long-awaited eting.
"I must remind you that…"
"Yes, I already understood," I interrupted the boring doctor. "I know who is on the other side of the bars, and I know how to behave with them. You can open the door."
"Good."
"Hee-hee-hee-hee... Do I really have guests?" the cheerful voice of the sophisticated clown reached us
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OKAY, HERE'S THE THING, YESTERDAY I ONLY RECIEVED 6 POWER STONES, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, 6!!
Now, that would have been good if no one was reading this fic, but since you all reading it, don't you think you should atleast drop one power stones each?
It's not a rant... it's just that I'm upset.
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