The Pendulum

Chapter 2

"Excuse me?" Dr. Gram says through confusion in Tim's intents.

"Just hear me out," Tim responds, "Tell me more about your work."

"No..Tell me what you meant," Dr. Gram commands.

"Please, I'm only here to make sure I have found the right guy here."

"The right guy for what?"

"One who can handle the truth."

"What truth?"

Tim smiles and sits up in his chair.

"Oh, you sound interested now, Dr. Gram."

"What...truth, Mr. Fuller," he responds as his hands begin to tense pushing down into the desk, "My patience is wearing thin. Now I don't plan on chasing you in circles much longer."

"I only ask these question to be sure about you. Now please, tell me more about the work you do."

Dr. Gram shakes his head. His release the tension in his hands and rests them folded into his lap. Tim had succeeded in leading him astray from his work and the questions had built an internal interest within Dr. Gram that he couldn't help but commit to answering.

"Well, I have also counseled people on how to recover memories of their past that they were unaware still or even existed in the first place. I've taught people how to broaden their imagination to an extent that the questions, "who am I?" or "what am I hear for?" Have come to conclusions whithin my clients."

"Interesting," Tim says with nodding appraisal, "and what are you working on now? Project-wise."

Dr. Gram sits back in his chair and looks at Tim with a dismissive smile.

"Specifics are confidential. I can not tell you that information."

Tim leans forward a bit with a cocky smile.

"Well, that's completely fine, Dr. Gram because I already know."

Dr. Gram studies him with his jaw slightly relaxed parting his lips.

"Please do correct me if I am wrong," Tim continues, "Which my doubt in that is quite great, but anyway. You are currently developing a prototype machine or gadget that has the ability to convert one's memories, dreams, imagination, etc, into virtual simulations to enable a person to actually interact with them as if those simulations were.. let's say, real. Am I correct?"

"How did you know that?" Dr. Gram asks now leaning slightly over his desk.

"I didn't, but you just told me."

Dr. Gram relaxes himself and rests the side of his face into his hand then shrugs.

"We don't have the technology make it."

"There's no longer a need to because I FOUND it...and it has ALWAYS been here."

Dr. Gram quirks an eyebrow.

"Do explain," he says.

"Ever wish it were possible to have that one dream again? Relive a memory that you cherish so dearly? Live in the world that you live within your head? ... Of course you have. We all have. But there is something people do not know. This place does exist. Where you CAN have those good dreams again, relive those memories that you cherish, and literally, live in the world that you live within your mind. I call it The Pendulum and Dr. Gram, I found it."

Dr. Gram's stares at him with disbelief.

"Go on, Mr. Fuller."

"It works like the hard drive of a computer, but with infinite storage capacity. This place varies from person to person. It's practically an external hard drive of your brain brought into reality. Think of this place like an infinite storage room filled with the dreams you've had. All of your thoughts, memories, desires, everything. Everything that your mind has ever created, or experienced, is in this place. It doesn't just store in your mind and hide in the trenches or shadows of everyday consciousness. It stores in your Pendulum. You just need to learn how to open the door, Dr. Gram, and I am willing to show you how."

"I follow you, I guess. But you actually believe this place is real?"

"Yes, I've told you, I've found it."