Tin Man
If ever you need to find an answer to the question, just open the book. The idea, or just the flick of it, will give you what you want. Even the simplest, idea will give you the power to do anything. Idea, is like a strong force, that spans you either to the highest reaches of light, or the deepest downness of dark.
He had a lot of books, many of those came from the Other Side, which even at the time of Dorothy Gale were forbidden in OZ, but his family always liked to play with the dangerous toys, and forbidden things.
The idea of controlling most dangerous people, came from the Other Side, people, denied by magic, denied by wonders and fairies, only had the books and desire to control. Everyone and everything, control of the brain was a great idea. Humans progressed to the lobotomy, he took the idea and made it into something much more, something that Other Siders would never learn how to do. Take the brain from the head, put a zipper and kill two rabbits with one shot:you get rid of the violent criminals, and you get the brain, that can be putt into stasis, machine will connect to it, and you'll have all the memories, desires, their ideas. It was a good idea, one that in his mind was meant to bring a lot of good to the kingdom. Years later, he would say something, that would make more sense to his old "self"rather to the one, he was today.
-The road to hell is paved with good intentions-he'll say to a longcoat, before they bind him and bring to the tower, to see the sorceress.
-L'enfer est plein de bonnes volontés et désirs" -would be an answer, years later, from the princess.
"hell is full of good wishes and desires."
-Then he did found it, there was a lot of happiness in that hell, even your sister can agree to that.
-You keep saying "he"...
-Yes, because he is dead.
Two month after the celebration, he sat in the city bar, drinking, hidden in the shadows.
He's not sure when the decendence to hell began:was it after the operation or before, or it was always there. He created hell and continued to create it. His hell was in everything, in Sun Seeder, in headcases, even in musical instuments that he created. Everywhere was hell, the witch was a nice variety to the usual Hell. Only when he spent fifteen years outside the country he was at peace. Glitches, memory losses, even the stupidity was peace, he longed for the memories, yet was fine without them.
We finally found a way to give you back, what was taken. You'll be whole again, yourself, the greatest mind of the OZ.
No one bothered to ask him, if he wanted to be greatest mind of the OZ. As far as they cared, they wanted him, not the other way around. It's a wonder how much you can find in several minutes, all your brain need is small trigger, just like princesses. It took a minute for her to remember, and a minute to hate herself. It took him a second to decide that he doesn't want their help. The other part of him agreed, it his "friends"that decided otherwise.
The brain would be reattached to your head, the zipper would be gone.
You know, I like my new hairstyle, the old one was banal.
You can keep it, along with you brain.
What about name?
If you want.-small movement of shoulders, small disgust in the corner of the lavender eyes. -however I advise to keep both of the names. Ambrose for the court,Glitch for you friends.
And I thought that it was my job to advise..
Short, almost sincere laugh.
So, which one are you, Lave? The court or the friend?
He didn't need the answer, or the court, or the "friends".
Lab is quiet, no one comes here, even the sound of the living brain is calm.
Few drink never worked on him.
-Hello, Ambrose.
-And to you, Ambrose.
-Funny, both Ambroses...
-How is life?
-Same, Queen wants us to be at court, people don't care, the friends don't know what they want.
-What do you think?
-Oh, let me guess:they like Glitch because they know him. The remember Ambrose and want his genius back. Yet, they also want for the two to blend and stay together, two complete different person.
-Funny, I don't have that much passion to return to Lavender dear.
-And I don't want you.
-You finally realised why?
He doesn't answer, Ambrose laughs, he doesn't see but feels every movement, the cold of the gun that is ready to shoot, the friendly smile of his other half and the freeze that at last brings him peace.
Ambrose dead, no reattachment to Glitch anymore, Queen would be furious but he doesn't care. He hates her, sympathizes Ahamo:there is nothing worse for a scientist to be stuck at the court, Ahamo had his freedom for fifteen years, peace to OZ brought hell to him. He likes DG, Raw, even Cain, but they grew tired of his glitches, they just haven't figured out that from the time in the lab during the final battle, he stopped having them. He was used to them, faked them, to see how much would change.
You finally realised why?
He realised it at the same battle, after learning of Ambrose, of the memories:he always was egoistic, he created, believed in his creation, just never imagined in testing them on himself. For several years after he became headcase, he still had glimpses of his former life. Then he remembered it all, problem was not in his consciousness that suddenly awoke and felt guilty. He wasn't scared, he was tired, of creating and of thinking that another of his creation would be turned against him.
The book was here, the same one that gave him idea of headcases..
Everything in life is a cycle, even the ideas, he can end just like it started.
The book was open, he started counting...
..69,68, 67...55...