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yes, there you are, alan. i had another feeling that you would post now . . . i was in the other room doing a bit of reading when the computer notified me that you had posted a message(a full minute after i had my 'hunch') . . . needless to say, i dont need that computer to notify me.

anyhow, yes, i was very exhausted by my last experiment, but my fatigue was also compounded by an experiment i was doing in the middle of last week . . . that was by far the most complex and exhausting of all experiments(being long-distance, and all), and i didnt properly rest afterward, so my experience at the end of the week was the straw that broke the camels back, if you will. hell, i was so tired that i didnt even finish a sentence in my last post . . .

anyhow, as i was standing there outside the store with the dumb beast on the other side of his car, i had my bear make a loud roar, because the man didnt seem to believe me. when he heard this, he turned around quickly and was swatted softly by my bear. at that point, i had to use minor telepathy to make the man think that he had actually been hit by a physical object(i.e. the bear's claws). this worked well, and the man began screaming loudly for his life.

unfortunately, this attracted the attention of every bystander in the area, however, they could clearly see my illusion as well. the problem was that i seemed out of place, since i wasnt acting frightened myself. at this point i realized that my plan had come full circle . . . the man was in need of help, and since most humans are impersonal, selfish cowards in our era, i was the only hope. therefore, it had worked out better than i could have ever planned . . . then again, it was probably subconscious.

anyhow, i rushed up to the man and pulled out an illusionary pistol, at which point i 'shot' the 'bear', who reacted realistically, growling loudly and then running off into the woods(where i made it vanish, greatly reducing my mental strain). at this point, the man seemed amazed that i would even help him, and as he stumbled up to his feet i saw that his pants were soaking wet. i wanted to laugh at him and degrade him as a beast, but i used the reverse tactic.

"are you alright, sir?" i asked him, to which he replied incoherently, but i knew he was grateful. i put a suggestion into his simple mind, which he took and ran with, asking, "is there anything i can do to pay you back?"

at this point i smiled and glanced at the young girl in his car who he had been abusing, and i winked at her. i pulled out my illusionary gun again and told him my payment:

"theres nothing you can do to repay me, but perhaps you should take this as a sign to be more compassionate. look at your daughter," i instructed him as i pointed my gun at him through my coat.

he did so, and i instructed him to apologize to her with all his heart, which he did without hesitation. i sensed that he was sincere, but i still had more requests:

"you should be grateful to have a child at all, and you should be grateful for all the freedoms you have been granted by nature. moreover, you should be lucky that law enforcement didnt see you acting in such a beastly, cowardly way. you can repay me for rescuing your life by promising to never lay a hand on another human being again, especially your own flesh and blood."

he agreed quickly, and i could tell that he meant it, and so i put my gun inside my coat and made it disappear. before turning and leaving him, i smiled again and said, "if you ever hit your daughter again, sir, then i may not be as helpful. perhaps next time it will be you that i shoot. now, hug your daughter and experience what unconditional love can be like."

the man, crying now, opened the door and began embracing his daughter, apologizing profusely and promising never to hurt her again. she actually began crying herself, and it was in some way touching. before walking into the store, my cabbie from before yelled, "hey, if you see a kid in there, tell him that im out here waiting for him." i duly noted his impatient words as i walked into the store.

as i made way to the restroom to dematerialize my disguise, the customers stared at me adoringly, a few even congratulated me. after changing back into normal form, i wiped everyones short-term memory so that they would forget about the strange man who went into the bathroom and never came out.

as i got into the cab outside, the fat child abuser was still hugging and kissing his daughter profusely, thanking god for his life and his family. it gave me a feeling of happiness to see that i could make positive changes in such a way, but i also became greatly fatigued and told the cabbie to get to my dwelling as quickly as the traffic grid would allow.

before i knew it, i was at home and i decided to try and document my experience, but that was when i was overwhelmed by my weariness and had to retire for the night.

needless to say, im beginning to see how my abilities can be used positively, but i am also starting to think of other ways to achieve the same illusory effects without doing it all myself. i figure that a mixture of my abilities and the power of machines would be useful . . .

anyway, as for your idea about the time capsule, youre right about time not being linear. leaving a time capsule in the past will not guarantee that it will 'appear' in our reality. in fact, a new timeline would most likely branch off, which would be similar to its parent, but slightly different. i havent actually tried to see if this is correct, however, so perhaps it would be interesting to see the effects of leaving a time capsule in the past that me or alan could dig up . . . just make sure its on the eastern coast of the united states!

ill talk to you more later, folks.

-Rex