PRACTICAL interrogation... Gone wrong???? Scary scary...

  I was initially afraid to tell this tale, but figured why not? The truth, the whole truth, & nothing but the truth. Right? Here goes:

   Sooooo.... I was slapped awake by the smiling madman Duh Jerk in what looked like a well-lit high-tech lab of some sort with computers & assorted lab equipment here & there, sparsely, not a whole lot. An unusal TV display of some sort was in front of me. It displayed an unremarkable image of a single swirling grey gas cloud & I was strapped to a chair by professionally made straps & several Jocks & what looked like techs in white lab coats were around there with assorted dumpy, but otherwise well-dressed middle-aged men standing around. I was clearly the center of attention.

  Me? I wondered what sort of... PRACTICAL joke was about to unfold. What could I do but wait?

  Soooo... Duh Jerk tells me I'm in a top-secret government lab.

  M,kay...

  The machine I was strapped to was a government device that could read minds & display a picture based on the memories of the person strapped in. He complained it displayed a grainy picture of the seat's occupant's thoughts that was hard to make out, but an effective device. none the less & they had some questions for me & this would get the answers by projecting my thoughts onto the screen.

  M,kay... I protested that it was a waste of time, I'd tell them anything they wanted to know. I have no secrets, my life is an open book.

  Duh Jerk said they had to know & I'd lied before, they had to know 100% beyond a shadow of a doubt. Now I wasn't going to lie my way out of this 1. The Bosses were there & they'd see that he spoke the truth.

  M.kay...

 The truth on what or why we were there & who or what anyone was lying about I pondered? Idano?

  M,kay... I braced myself for another PRACTICAL joke. Another session of "play along with the madman" I'd suppose, brought to me by the law enforcement excellence of the... Michigan State Police! I'm dedicating THIS tale to them in any event.

  They milled about & someone ordered them to start the machine.

  ME? I pondered the situation before me in an instant of time.  PRACTIAL joke, or real life situation? Well, since I was a captive audience strapped to a chair I wasn't going anywhere. All eyes were on me.

  In that moment of time, I replayed memories in life. Even in my youth I'd always hoped that one day science would invent a device that could read minds & project a picture based on our thoughts or memories. I'll bet a lot of people have thought about the subject I'd suppose? Just a guess? The applications & benefits to society could be staggering.

  Now a confession of sorts. I have a 3D imagination. Really. Anything I set out to imagine, I can imagine in full 3D & in blazing color. It even applies to things I hear around me or to things described to me. An example? Okay, just for fun. Let's say you, the Reader said I should imagine an elephant riding a unicycle across a tightrope carrying an umbrella between buildings in a city? Guess what? If I'm paying attention, it's likely I just saw the entire scene projected in blazing color & in 3D. It's not a bad thing, fills boring days, lets me tackle problems in 3D. Hasn't made me much money or any friends I'd suppose? I figure it must be pretty rare because in the past I listened to many people say such a thing is impossible. No human mind could do that? Possible or not I can't say & for the record I've never seen any polling data on the subject that said any percentages of people able to do so nor with what, if any clarity.

  Another example? Sure, in case you think it'd make me a super genius. Let's say I imagine a complex math problem? After I enter 4- or 5-digit equations as I do the math the numbers at the end fade away. I cant use it to do big math problems. But I can do objects in motion in 3D. Got it?

  It's trivia to add that I always wanted to have access to such a device, not longingly, but in a "wouldn't it be neat if we could way"?

  Me? I was mocking them when I told them this was cool. I always wanted to use such a device. Figuring it was some sort of PRACTICAL joke.

  All eyes were on the screen & the swirling grey cloud began to congeal.

  Me? I resolved that, if Duh Jerk was speaking the truth, that I could control the image by memories or by imagination, that with MY 3D imagination, this might be interesting? It'd be worth a shot? How often does one get an opportunity like this?

  At this time I forget what the screen 1st displayed. But it piqued my curiosity. I figured if I my thoughts could control the display, I'd humiliate Duh Jerk by imagining him in a humiliating scenario so as to provide a picture of him his Bosses might laugh at. I figured it was just another PRACTICAL joke but why not give it a try? So, I pictured him, in my mind's eye, in the most humiliation scenarios. for the sake of decency I won't reveal the few I recall at the time of this writing. After the initial picture congealed & I got some laughs I decided to try some other images to humiliate Duh Jerk even more. Rapidly, one after another & the scenes were displayed in 3D on the screen in front of us in a sharp picture with smokey edges that seemed to define the edges of what I was imagining in 3D & in motion displayed on the 2D display & in color.

  Duh Jerk was not amused & it prompted me to imagine him in all sorts of humiliation scenes rapid fire one after another even more. His peers & even the Jocks laughed at the images on the screen. I recall smiling myself.

 Humiliated, Duh Jerk announced we'd be getting to the bottom of things & begin the investigation by posing his questions & presumably proving himself to his Bosses?

  Me? I quickly shifted the scenes to whatever fancied me one after another. Star Wars space battles was one, in addition to humiliating Duh Jerk who was angry I ignored his questions & what he wanted to know & imagined whatsoever I wanted. The pictures didn't look grainy to me, the picture quality was sharp, with smokey edges based on the fringes of what I was imagining in 3D.

  Duh Jerk talked with his Jocks that they should begin to beat me to make me pay attention to his questions so that what he wanted to know would be displayed on the screen. What the questions were or even the subject thereof was, I have no recollection as I write this?

  But while he was giving specific instructions to the Jocks the Techs & the Dumpy well-dressed men were chatting... and seemed of all things... alarmed?!?!?

  The Dumpy men left briskly with their Jocks. Pointing at Duh Jerk like the Techs should give him a message from them. The Lab tech walked up & said he was pulling the plug. The session was ending... now!

  Duh Jerk's C.M.S.S.o..S. dropped like a ton of bricks seeing the Bosse's backsides briskly walking away. He asked why?

  The white lab coat wearing Tech said. Because the Bosses ordered it. He stood amazed looking at the display while he talked. "I've never seen anybody who can control that device like that guy can. We've killed people over fuzzier images that are displayed on that screen. He's the best person I ever saw at controlling that thing. Get him out of here now"! He said authoritatively. Noting that in a minute or 2 I could probably get just about anybody in the gang into trouble or even killed! The device was still on & unstrapping me would obviously take time because of the number of straps that held me.

  Me? I imagined some very traitorous scenarios rapidly back-to-back starring Duh Jerk & the people there before they shut the device off. The Techs seemed extremely alarmed & while Duh Jerk protested he wanted the interrogation with the device to continue they pointed out the Bosses already left the building in fear & their orders were final. "Get him out of here now:! The Techs said while pointing at me. As Duh Jerk protested they explained that people can get killed over the images the device could display. "We've killed people over grainy images half as sharp as that guy can do". "Has he ever been hooked up to the device before"? A Tech asked Duh Jerk as they explored how it might be possible I could control such a device so quickly & easily?

  "Not that I'm aware of".

  They expressed amazement. "I've never seen someone able to control that like he can. Get him out of here"! The Techs said the Bosses had ordered him to get me out... so get me out... now!

  Me? I was disappointed at the device being shut off. The possibilities of such a device? Let me joke laugh here Reader. Mwah! Ha! Ha! Ha!

  Duh Jerk ordered me drugged so I wouldn't remember any of it.

  Me? I resolved to stall,15+ minutes being my target so I might remember this.

  Question: But how do you stall a madman? 

  Answer: By talking about a subject they love above all else, themselves. So I tried my hand at talking to Duh Jerk about his criminal brilliance & such. The memory begins to break up. I must've stalled quite a long time, just a guess?

  Fade to black...

  The next snitch told me he'd been sent to interrogate me because Duh Jerk was badly injured by the gang after our last meeting mentioned that the gang takes the images that the device can display very very seriously. He demanded to know if I were a plant, someone who'd practiced on the device previously & was sent to destroy gang members by manipulating the display to make damning images? Cautioning me that they could tell if I was lying via an undisclosed lie detector device then in use. He noted even the minute or 2 of rapid-fire images I'd made caused Duh Jerk tremendous grief later & he had to defend himself in their court from very serious charges that were leveled against him as a consequence of what was displayed on that screen that day in the lab, so now Duh Jerk had been injured in a very lengthy inquisition of sorts & now he hated me all the more, because he could've died! That & the gang's trial & interrogation process is not a nice nor pleasant experience, even for him. described as a very painful experience always inflicted because no one can fool the grainy smokey display. So how could I? And how could I do it so well?

  As a rule I don't believe a single word any of them says. But I'll pay their games. Why not? I answered him it may be because I have a 3D imagination?

  A snitch was later sent, someone said The Bosses had sent them with a message for me. That they'd decreed after a vote, that I'd never sit in such a device ever again. I was just too dangerous. In my humble opinion that messenger acted as if that message was very important & it's content very serious in my life. If I had to say he was projecting an emotion while he said it I'd assign... pity.

  What are you supposed to say to that I ask you Reader?

  Whatever...

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  ADDENDUM: I offer no explanation, opinion, nor follow-up to the above true tale. Nor have I tried to come to any conclusions about it or if it was simply another PRACTICAL joke or not. End.