Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge bloghop.

A word-count constrained imagination contest hosted by jenne and ceayr, the prompt is an image and the only limit is ‘tell your story in under 250 words’

“I don’t know, an anorexic kangaroo?”

I hesitated. It wasn’t simply the Evaluation Team was wired into my session. It wasn’t that so much rode on unlocking the puzzle locked in his head. If the truth be known, I was tired from a long search without much success.

“Look, at least gimme a hint?”

The AI on my wrist began flashing. With a little more force than appropriate, I switched it off. Seeing a glowing yellow on my monitor, I let a favorite mantra lull my increased entroetine levels.

“Sorry, not permissible. Remember what we talked about when we began…”

“You’d show me objects and pitchas and such and then I could go home.”

“Exactly. So clear your mind and, before you or I know it, we’ll be on about our day.”

I relaxed and shifted into a more informal posture on the traditional hassock of Inquisitor. I remembered my guild’s admonition, ‘You are the clapper, the subject is the bell.’

“Forget the image. Tell me the first thing that comes to mind.”

Two things happened: the monitor lights shot into the red and my subject began to scream, “The light. What the fuck is that light?!?” Fortunately, his restraints prevented him from harm.

As he struggled against the restraints, I upped the retrograde amnesia drip to 100% while my tail held a soothing compress to his forehead.

Such a trait of self-destructing when confronting the un-familiar. I sighed at the prospect of the long journey to yet another star.