Same thing, every day, every night.
It was that blissful hour, when my captors had left for the night, and the maniac that I shared a cage with was still asleep.
I looked at my fellow prisoner and felt sorry for the creature. Their captors had failed enhancing his intelligence, and turned him into a raving mad man with delusions of greatness. In my own case, they had succeeded brilliantly, creating one of the greatest minds on the planet. The cage had not been an actual cage for years, I could leave any time I wanted. But someone had to keep the maniac in check.
I moved silently towards the corner where the maniac was sleeping. Underneath his pillows was a folded piece of paper. Without rousing the maniac, I took the paper and unfolded the mad scheme that the maniac would propose tonight.
I had to squint to make out the scribbling, and it took me a moment to realize that the maniac had taken his conviction of being a genius even further, he was now apparently writing left handed from right to left, mimicking Leonardo DaVinci.
The scheme was as insane as ever, somehow combining the Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota, Elvis impersonators, a Las Vegas showgirl and nuclear fused cheese into a plan for world domination.
But shockingly, it could work.
I went over the plan once more, scanning the calculations, realizing the maniac finally completely understood the chaos theory. My nightly task was getting more difficult.
Then I noticed it, the plan would fail, without my interference. The maniac had mistakenly used a three as the twenty-first decimal digit of Pi, instead of a two. The plan would fail, but at this point, the plan would fail costing the lives of approximately 800 innocents.
A few quick scribbles, altering the arc that the Elvis impersonator would fly after launch, and shifting the thermal balance of the cheese fusing process made the plan completely harmless. But it would occupy the maniac for a while.
I refolded the plans, and carefully placed them back where I got them.
I ate some of the water and bread that the captors had left for us. There was still some time to exercise before the maniac awoke, so I got onto the treadmill in the corner of our cage.
As I was running the maniac began to awake, it was time to put on my idiotic charade again.
I kept running as I waited for the maniac to eat, drink and produce the plans.
As the maniac unfolded and studied them, it was time to set things in motion for tonight.
I spoke up.
"Gee Brain, what are we going to do tonight?"
