Chapter 1: The Arrival of Dr. Scrambler

Dr. Olivia Bettlesmith and Dr. Courtland Franzblau walked through the lengthy corridor leading to the conference room, their footsteps reverberating in the nearly deserted, tunnel-like passage.

“I missed the announcement,” Dr. Courtland said, glancing at Dr. Olivia. “Who is this Dr. Scrambler, and why are we here to listen to him?”

Dr. Olivia, her gaze fixed ahead, replied, “Dr. Scrambler isn’t his real name. It’s a nickname people use for two reasons: first, his real name is nearly impossible to pronounce, and second, his so-called world-changing invention is called The Scrambler.”

“A world-changing invention, you say? Didn’t they say something similar about the atomic bomb? Where does this Dr. Scrambler come from?”

Upon reaching the conference room door, Dr. Olivia turned to Dr. Courtland with a smile. “Legend has it, he emerged from some obscure academic corner, working on his creation for two decades in a secret lab above his father’s garage. Supposedly, it’s somewhere in New Jersey.”

Dr. Courtland rolled his eyes as he opened the door, gesturing for Dr. Olivia to enter.

The expansive mahogany conference table could seat twenty-two, but only eight individuals were present. A slender young man in a black suit was busy serving coffee to the attendees.

Dr. Olivia and Dr. Courtland took their seats near the center of the table, engaging in light conversation with their colleagues as more scientists trickled in. At the head of the table sat a device shrouded in a small vinyl cover.

Eventually, all seats were filled except for the one at the head of the table and the chair adjacent to it. The young man continued to hustle about, refilling coffee cups.

Finally, two men entered through a side door: Dr. Nicasio Pummelhorn, the corporation's CEO, and a disheveled stranger clad in tattered jeans, cowboy boots, and a vibrant Hawaiian shirt. His unkempt hair and half-moon glasses suggested he had just rolled out of bed. The room buzzed with the assumption that this was Dr. Scrambler.

As the suited man served Dr. Pummelhorn his coffee, he asked the eccentric inventor if he wanted anything. Dr. Scrambler declined coffee, opting instead for a Dr. Pepper.

Standing, Dr. Pummelhorn addressed the gathered scientists. “Thank you all for being here. Today, you will witness a groundbreaking moment. A machine has been developed that could transform life on Earth. We have the chance to be the company that spreads these machines globally, facilitating a monumental leap in human consciousness. Now, without further delay, let me introduce Dr. Mglruclipl Flamschrulltm… better known as Dr. Scrambler.”

As applause erupted, Dr. Pummelhorn took his seat, and Dr. Scrambler stood, bowing to the audience.

“Just call me Doctor Scrambler,” he said. “We face numerous societal issues: crime, addiction, violence, inequality, and more. After two decades of research, I’ve designed a device that can tackle all these problems. I present to you… The Scrambler.”

With a flourish, he unveiled the machine, which resembled a bizarre amalgamation of a microscope, computer, satellite dish, coffee maker, and deli slicer.

“Collective human consciousness is a blend of all individual thoughts and beliefs, often restricted to a narrow range of vibratory frequencies. This is why altering collective consciousness is challenging. One individual can initiate change, but without a critical mass, that effort has little effect.”

“Occasionally, significant events like wars or plagues can temporarily elevate the collective frequency, but progress remains slow as many cling to old beliefs. It’s akin to a caterpillar needing to dissolve into a mush before transforming into a butterfly.”

“Humans fear this ‘mush,’ which keeps them anchored to outdated frequencies. However, with my invention, we don’t need to wait for a cataclysm to catalyze change.”

“Recently, we tested The Scrambler in Scootleberry, Wendovia, a town plagued by rampant crime. We positioned The Scrambler on a hill just outside the town, focusing it on the prevailing mass consciousness, which was heavy with criminal activity.”

“The Scrambler works by first ‘scrambling’ the existing consciousness before injecting a higher vibrational frequency. Within a day, crime in Scootleberry plummeted to zero, and no incidents have occurred in the following months.”

Gasps of amazement filled the room.

“Each Scrambler costs around eight and a half million dollars to produce. We estimate that about a thousand machines would be needed worldwide to usher in a new age of consciousness.”

“Considering the potential benefits for humankind, the price seems reasonable. This may be our last hope to avert disaster and save the world.”

For the next hour and twenty-two minutes, while the young man served desserts and refilled coffee, Dr. Scrambler elaborated on the complexities of his invention and its potential applications.

As the presentation concluded, Dr. Olivia and Dr. Courtland were among the first to exit the conference room.

In silence, they walked towards the balcony overlooking the well-kept grounds of the corporate campus. Outside, Dr. Olivia rummaged in her purse for cigarettes and a lighter.

After lighting one and inhaling deeply, she turned to Dr. Courtland. “What do you think of all that?”

“I’m honestly quite excited. The possibilities are endless! With that machine, we could address every issue facing humanity. It’s groundbreaking. Dr. Scrambler might be eccentric, but his intentions seem genuine. What about you, Olivia?”

Taking another drag, she replied, “I believe Dr. Goofball could have just as easily placed a toaster on that table. We already have two machines capable of achieving what The Scrambler claims to do, and they don’t cost eight and a half million dollars.”

“Oh?”

“Indeed, they are the human heart and mind. When these two work in harmony, they can elevate human consciousness both individually and collectively. They can penetrate the ‘mush’ and help us evolve. I suspect Dr. Goofball cares more about pocketing a massive sum than truly aiding humanity.”

“Wow.”

“Developing an educational program to teach people how to harness their hearts and minds would be far cheaper and smarter than relying on a peculiar gadget. This approach would not only accelerate our evolution but also equip individuals with tools to continue progressing.”

Dr. Olivia took another drag and flicked her cigarette butt over the balcony railing onto the manicured lawn below before heading back inside.

Dr. Courtland followed her, whispering, “I had a feeling Scootleberry, Wendovia sounded fictional.”

Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Thanks for reading.

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