1. Psychologists in Autumn
Artemis settled himself in a rather overstuffed chair and turned to face the old balding man sitting directly in front of him, who seemed to be nervously tapping his pencil on a small black clipboard.
"You know, chewing on your pencil is a disgusting nervous habit," Artemis commented.
"It's a pet peeve of mines," the man barely looked up from his paper. "So, anyways, shall we get to the point?"
"I'm not stopping you,"
"All right then. Master Fowl, if you could choose 3 words that this world had to offer you, which would describe you the most,"
Artemis Fowl did not have time for the therapy his mother intended for him to attend. These sessions were possibly the slowest 40 minutes he had ever had, but he had to admit that the old man certainly had an interesting starting point.
"Well, if you asked someone what they thought of themselves, they would most likely answer incorrectly or exaggerate the truth, so it's much better for an outside person to decide that,"
"I see," the man scribbled something on his pad. "Yes... Hmm..." He stroked his chin. "Oh yes. I remember reading our autobiography Artemis. You're quite a writer, especially for a young boy of 13,"
"Yes,"
The psychologist seemed to run out of things to say, which was quite knew, since Dr. A.S. Arkenswitch was known for his ability read his patient's mind. Dr. Arkenswitch had been studying Artemis for quite some time now, but they hadn't really made much headway in the 3 months they had been together. Young Artemis was unlike any other patient he had ever had. Artemis had a body of a child, but the intellect of a very powerful adult. Even so, he didn't seem to have had much of a childhood, since there wasn't much boyishness left in the youth. Arkenswitch made another note.
"Now let's look back a few years. Did you have a normal childhood?" the doctor asked.
"No, I'm afraid. I think you've made a break through doctor! My lack of childhood could have turned me into what I am today..." Artemis clutched his chest. This was now one of his age old pranks. Dr. Arkenswitch knew better than that.
"Are you quite sure? Or are you having a little fun now?"
"W-whatever do you mean? Here I am being sincere and all you do is think I'm lying?" Artemis tried to put on his best flabbergasted look. It didn't work.
"All right then... I see we haven't made much progress today.... Again. You're mother will be disappointed," and so will I, Arkenswitch seemed to add in his head.
Artemis walked out the door and out into the Brook's Academy parking lot, where he found Butler sitting in a car, looking as discreet as a 7 foot man could possibly look. A while back, Butler had been banned from visiting school grounds, since the Academy had a strict rule about staff and how students should remain "independent" through their studies or perhaps, the headmaster thought that the sight of Butler might cause a bit of trouble amongst the school.
"Hello Butler, anything new?"
"No,"
"OK then,"
The drive home was yet another slow ride, but none the less, very peaceful. It was autumn and the leaves on most trees were just starting to change shades. Yellow, red, orange, and brown leaves were swept down to onto the car as the two drove past.
Artemis sighed, how he wished to be a normal child... was that too much to ask for? He shrugged the thought off calling it absolutely ridiculous. He was a fowl and couldn't think such things, after all, hadn't he been gifted with an abnormally high IQ? Yes. It is better this way, he decided.
The gates opened and as usual, the many security cameras planted all throughout the perimeter of Fowl Mansion were fully operational, designed to detect any sudden movements.
Butler drove the car into the large 5-car garage and parked. Artemis stepped out and into the hallway he was. He walked upstairs, looking forward to working on another one of his programs. This one, transferred money from other Swiss accounts to Artemis's own account. Version 2.0 was soon to be completed, since Artemis needed to be at least 1 step ahead of the authorities.
He smiled as he turned his laptop on, which was basically looked like a thin piece of stainless steel. A small window popped up, as if proud to show off the message it had, from the laptop. It said "You have mail!"
Artemis settled himself in a rather overstuffed chair and turned to face the old balding man sitting directly in front of him, who seemed to be nervously tapping his pencil on a small black clipboard.
"You know, chewing on your pencil is a disgusting nervous habit," Artemis commented.
"It's a pet peeve of mines," the man barely looked up from his paper. "So, anyways, shall we get to the point?"
"I'm not stopping you,"
"All right then. Master Fowl, if you could choose 3 words that this world had to offer you, which would describe you the most,"
Artemis Fowl did not have time for the therapy his mother intended for him to attend. These sessions were possibly the slowest 40 minutes he had ever had, but he had to admit that the old man certainly had an interesting starting point.
"Well, if you asked someone what they thought of themselves, they would most likely answer incorrectly or exaggerate the truth, so it's much better for an outside person to decide that,"
"I see," the man scribbled something on his pad. "Yes... Hmm..." He stroked his chin. "Oh yes. I remember reading our autobiography Artemis. You're quite a writer, especially for a young boy of 13,"
"Yes,"
The psychologist seemed to run out of things to say, which was quite knew, since Dr. A.S. Arkenswitch was known for his ability read his patient's mind. Dr. Arkenswitch had been studying Artemis for quite some time now, but they hadn't really made much headway in the 3 months they had been together. Young Artemis was unlike any other patient he had ever had. Artemis had a body of a child, but the intellect of a very powerful adult. Even so, he didn't seem to have had much of a childhood, since there wasn't much boyishness left in the youth. Arkenswitch made another note.
"Now let's look back a few years. Did you have a normal childhood?" the doctor asked.
"No, I'm afraid. I think you've made a break through doctor! My lack of childhood could have turned me into what I am today..." Artemis clutched his chest. This was now one of his age old pranks. Dr. Arkenswitch knew better than that.
"Are you quite sure? Or are you having a little fun now?"
"W-whatever do you mean? Here I am being sincere and all you do is think I'm lying?" Artemis tried to put on his best flabbergasted look. It didn't work.
"All right then... I see we haven't made much progress today.... Again. You're mother will be disappointed," and so will I, Arkenswitch seemed to add in his head.
Artemis walked out the door and out into the Brook's Academy parking lot, where he found Butler sitting in a car, looking as discreet as a 7 foot man could possibly look. A while back, Butler had been banned from visiting school grounds, since the Academy had a strict rule about staff and how students should remain "independent" through their studies or perhaps, the headmaster thought that the sight of Butler might cause a bit of trouble amongst the school.
"Hello Butler, anything new?"
"No,"
"OK then,"
The drive home was yet another slow ride, but none the less, very peaceful. It was autumn and the leaves on most trees were just starting to change shades. Yellow, red, orange, and brown leaves were swept down to onto the car as the two drove past.
Artemis sighed, how he wished to be a normal child... was that too much to ask for? He shrugged the thought off calling it absolutely ridiculous. He was a fowl and couldn't think such things, after all, hadn't he been gifted with an abnormally high IQ? Yes. It is better this way, he decided.
The gates opened and as usual, the many security cameras planted all throughout the perimeter of Fowl Mansion were fully operational, designed to detect any sudden movements.
Butler drove the car into the large 5-car garage and parked. Artemis stepped out and into the hallway he was. He walked upstairs, looking forward to working on another one of his programs. This one, transferred money from other Swiss accounts to Artemis's own account. Version 2.0 was soon to be completed, since Artemis needed to be at least 1 step ahead of the authorities.
He smiled as he turned his laptop on, which was basically looked like a thin piece of stainless steel. A small window popped up, as if proud to show off the message it had, from the laptop. It said "You have mail!"