In His House He Waits Dreaming
Had an odd dream last night.
I was some kind of superhero. I was battling a villain of the supergenius type, who happened to be my younger brother. I was well aware he was my brother, but he didn't know I was the one foiling him. I was trying to keep the kid out of trouble.
Yes, I know it's weird that I was the hero instead of the evil genius. What can I say? I guess my subconscious was casting me against type.
Anyway, when he finally found out who I was, it turned into a kind of family intervention:
Me: What's with all the evil schemes anyway? There's any number of legitimate things you could do with your talents that wouldn't have broken any laws. You could have gone into business or something!
Him: (Exasperated) Credit Cards?
Me: Wait, you invented credit cards? Whoa. Now that's some respectable evil. But that doesn't make sense, credit cards have been around longer than either of us.
Him: (Still exasperated) TIME MACHINE?
Me: Oh. Oh yeah.
I was some kind of superhero. I was battling a villain of the supergenius type, who happened to be my younger brother. I was well aware he was my brother, but he didn't know I was the one foiling him. I was trying to keep the kid out of trouble.
Yes, I know it's weird that I was the hero instead of the evil genius. What can I say? I guess my subconscious was casting me against type.
Anyway, when he finally found out who I was, it turned into a kind of family intervention:
Me: What's with all the evil schemes anyway? There's any number of legitimate things you could do with your talents that wouldn't have broken any laws. You could have gone into business or something!
Him: (Exasperated) Credit Cards?
Me: Wait, you invented credit cards? Whoa. Now that's some respectable evil. But that doesn't make sense, credit cards have been around longer than either of us.
Him: (Still exasperated) TIME MACHINE?
Me: Oh. Oh yeah.