4001

Amir, 6^th Grade

One

Dr. Naïve was a Doctor of Sciences of the Classification of Not-Knowing. In those days, Classification was a way to identify certain traits in people. Each classification boasted of a trait that the members of the Classification carried. For example, there was the Classification of the Brave, of the Pig-Headed, of the Leaders, of the Vexing, of the Travelers and many more. However, the Classification of Not-Knowing was considered the lowest classification of which to be a part. Ironically, Dr. Naïve was the most powerful of all the Doctors of the Classifications.

At this moment Dr. Naïve was sitting in office, peering over some papers about the development of a stream on his property on Coppersville Court. Naïve’s office was colorless and tedious. The only decoration in the room was a brightly colored can, which he used for spitting his tobacco and emptying the ash from his pipe.

Naïve himself was not a very colorful man either. He had brown hair and green eyes. Naïve’s mouth was always in a disgusted frown and today he wore a white medical coat made of silk. His name was etched into the coat with the finest thread. Dr. Naïve’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” ordered Dr. Naïve.

The doorknob turned to reveal Ugdria, Dr. Naïve’s personal secretary. She was a robot made entirely out of aluminum.

“Sir,” she garbled, “I wish to inform you that Withe Tyraum is sitting in the main hall.”

“What?” spat Dr. Naïve. Some of the excess tobacco from his pipe hit Ugdria. She scooted back a bit.

Dr. Naïve, embarrassed, retreated back to his chair and returned to look at his work. After a few minutes of complete silence he said, “Tell Mr. Tyraum that I cannot see him today.”

“But why?” questioned Ugdria.

“Because I cannot. Make up an excuse if you like,” said Naïve.

“Yes sir,” replied Ugdria.

“Oh, and Ugdria,” commented Naïve. “Be sure to close the door behind you.”

Ugdria exited. The door slammed shut.

If you didn’t like the color white and you did not like the shape of a hexagon, you did not want to be standing in the main hall leading up to Dr. Naïve’s spacious office where Withe Tyraum was standing. All the furniture stationed in it was made of white fabric and was hexagonally shaped. The walls, the floor and the ceiling had hexagonal shapes with their exteriors painted white.

Withe Tyraum was a tall man, approximately six feet seven inches in height with a weight of eighty-three pounds, which was average for that time period. He had a flat nose, except on the bridge, which made you focus your eyes on his yellow eyes and thin mouth. At this moment he was dressed entirely in black. His ebony hair was freshly cut, and, he looked his finest. As soon as Withe sat down on the white, hexagonal sofa, Ugdria came in. Ugdria waddled up to Withe and told him exactly what Dr. Naïve had told her.

“We are so deeply sorry to announce that Dr. Naïve cannot meet with you today,” the robot said.

Mr. Tyraum pondered this statement, and then asked, “Why not?”

Ugdria replied, “Because he cannot.”

Withe whipped out his pocket knife, put it to Ugdria’s throat and said casually, “I demand answers.”

Ugdria paused for a second, and seeing that Withe was going to move the knife at any moment now, called, “Bring out the Defensives.”

The Defensives, in those days, were another type of robot made out of bullet-proof glass. Their fingers were made with knives and they were unbeatable fighters. The Defensives came into the room in two straight lines. They immediately started their work.

In seconds the room was filled with sounds such as the juggling of knives, and loud bang of weaponry. Because of these noises, Withe Tyraum was easily distracted. He did not notice that a defensive robot had aimed one of his knife-like fingers at Withe until the moment it hit him. Moments later he was in the air, had hit the back wall, had produced a long shriek of pain, and was reduced to no more than pieces on the white, hexagonal hallway floor leading to Dr. Naïve’s office.

Humans in those days had more power and education than they do now, and, using his education, his hands were able to put the rest of his body together like a complicated puzzle.

The Defensives were surprised that Mr. Tyraum was able to do this and instantly the Defensives started firing the Eye-Guns and juggling their knives (which were their fingers). But Withe Tyraum was too quick and nimble for the Defensives. The only thing that did not bear the color white and was not in the shape of a hexagon was a door. Doors in those days were on the floor like a trapdoor. You would have to produce a shrill whistle four times to allow this type of door to open. If by some chance you could not whistle you were “expelled” (which, in those days, it meant that you were killed). The door in this particular room was triangular shaped, painted a menacing black.

Before you could say “Jack Rabbit,” Withe had whistled four times quite shrilly and had gone down the black triangular trapdoor. The door closed behind him.

Two

Coppersville Court was a grassy stretch of road between Bootleggers Road and Myronica Lane. It was the longest street in the town. It looped around 3,685 miles after it began and had 100,000 located on it. Withe Tyraum lived at 88, 543 Coppersville Court. Dr. Naïve, as a matter of fact, lived only a few houses away. He lived at 93,170 Coppersville Court.

Withe Tyraum was the only resident of house number 88,543. Withe Tyraum’s house was much like the popular style of architecture in those days. All of the windows in those days had an arch-like shape and, as I have mentioned before, the doors were located on the floor. They did not like carpets, the people of those times, and so all the floors were made of marble. Mind you, the marble cleaned and polished itself. The ceilings were cone-like and were very high. The garden had plants that tended themselves. Other than that, the homes were very small yet had a cozy atmosphere around them.

On the night of the day when Mr. Tyraum had gone to see Dr. Naïve, he was in the small nook with had a lamp that could turn on and off by itself. However, the light did this when it wanted to. There had been many times when the light had not wanted to turn on. There had been many times when the light had not wanted to turn on. Withe was sitting in a comfortable arm chair had the ability to lay itself back like a bed. Unlike the light, it did this on command. As I was saying, Withe was sitting in a comfortable armchair, which was leaned all the way back, history books in his lap. Books were a rarity in those days, for most people used their Treelimb Devices, which were transparent balls that could tell you information. Anyway, this was an old history book that his great-grandfather had handed down to him. It had all history in it, and its topics stretched from 2500 B.C.E. to this year, 4001. He turned to the page that had a heading that read Year 3214 A.D. and read. 3214 is marked by historians as the primitive beginnings of the common future era. According to legend a man named Picoxr Yuorwas had the idea to form Treelimb Devices, trashing the old centuries old use of the Internet and books. He also discovered that cloning, as scientists in the early ages had thought, was not possible. This was because DNA did not exist; cells WERA were made of a substance called Rental Heptagonal Aggressiveness (called RHA for short.) His Successor Iosfe Jsatv (eye-oh-shaw-wee June –Guess-av) participated in the Battle of University of Louisiana. It was there that Americans were defeated, in the year 3309.

Then Withe noticed something. His great-grandfather had circled the letter f in the word form. More letters were circled including the o in Louisiana the u in university and the r in Americans. The code kept going, until when the book lectured on the year 3602, it stopped. He had been writing this code down on the back cover of the book, and when he examined the letters in the light he found it had spelled: IN 4001, NAÏVE WILL BE DEFEATED BY W.T.

Withe paused for a moment and thought about what he had written. Memories swirled around on his mind like a forgotten mist. Then a thought struck him that almost made him jump. When he was a toddler, before he went to bed his mother used to tell him stories. This was what they did in the old days, his mother had said to him. The stories were about a variety of different subjects, of pirates and treasures, frogs and other things. When she had run out of fairy tales to tell Withe, she told him tales about the family. One of these tales was about Withe’s great-grandmother, and great-grandfather. Strangely, the older Withe remembered his mother’s words exactly. She had said this:

“Once upon a time, in a small town on the Mexican border, lived a man named Frese Tyraum. He was your great-grandfather. Now your great grandfather an odd sort of trade.”

“What was his trade?” The young Withe inquired.

“He was a fortune teller. Fortune tellers did not make a lot of money, however, they did amuse people,” Withe’s mother continued. “That was exactly what your great-grandfather wanted to do. However, many believed his prophecies and such were the truth. Many things he said happened really did happen. For example, he said one man’s whole swine herd was going to die out from an unexplained illness in twelve days. And, when the twelfth day came the whole swine herd had died out. He finally decided to write down his prophecies in code, as he could keep track of clients and other matters.”

“Can you teach me the code?” asked the young Withe.

“I’m afraid I cannot say,” Withe’s mother said. “To be quite honest with you, I don’t know it myself.”

At this point, Withe had to stop remembering. The lamp had turned off. It had gone into sleep mode. Though With e begged and pleaded the lamp to turn on, it would not. Finally after many attempts Withe decided that he was getting tired. Since the lamp had already gone to sleep, Withe decided it was time to go to sleep. He curled up even more comfortably in the armchair and told it tot lean back. His eyelids finally closed, hiding his hazy yellow eyes from sight.

Three

Dr. Naïve lit his pipe, and watched the stars in the vast sky. It had been a saga just to live through the day that had just ended with the stars coming out and the three suns setting. There was paperwork to complete, communications to receive from the Treelimb Device and negotiations to make with other Heads of Classifications. Worst of all, that diplomatic ruiner, Withe Tyraum had come and asked to see him. But Why?

Perhaps it was because of that business trouble in the Antarctica submarines, which were to go in a museum named after Dr. Naïve. After all, he was the second person who had put most of his riches into it, surpassed only by Dr. Naïve. Or possibly, it was the Classifications food rations matter, for he had been a member of the committee trying to decide upon the matter. But something in the back of Dr. Naïve’s mind denied it was any of those matters. Something told him that it was the prophecy.

A long time ago, before this fateful day, Tyraum’s great grandfather had made a vision and wrote it down in that code of his. The prophecy was concerning Naïve’s grandfather. The vision said that his grandson would be defeated by W.T. A few years later, Naïve’s father had killed the man. He destroyed all his hidden codes except one in an old history book, which was claimed by the Tyraum family. The vision embedded in the history book, he knew was the vision Withe’s great- grandfather had made to his grandfather. He suspected that Withe Tyraum knew it had been told, and was plotting his downfall. A sudden sound had brought Naïve out of his thoughts. It was the Treelimb Device. A new message had been received.

4,627 houses away, Withe Tyraum had summoned his Treelimb Device. He wished to send a message to Dr. Naïve. Withe’s message was to have dinner at his house, to discuss business matters. Dr. Naïve did not know how to reply to the offer. He could unleash his plan to kill Dr. Naïve and filch all his power. Yet, there was an advantage. He could kill Withe Tyraum and make the vision not come true, and be able to obtain even more power. However, Dr. Naïve felt he could perform this task easier at his house. So, Dr. Naïve typed into the Treelimb Device.

“Could we have dinner at my house instead? I would like to show yo some of my attractive furniture.”

“Of course,” came Withe’s reply.

“What time then?” Dr. Naïve typed. “Would 12:75 do fine?”

Before putting the Treelimb Device back on the shelf, Withe replied “Certainly. Most Certainly.”

End of Installment One

Four

I feel that now I must reveal to you what Dr. Withe Tyraum’s business with Dr. Naïve was. Withe had a family member in the Classification of the Not Knowing who was very sick. However, Withe was in the Classification of the Patient and people in different Classifications could not visit each other without permission from the Head of the Classification that you wanted to visit. So, Withe had made the journey to Dr. Naïve’s white and octagonal office to ask him for permission to see the sick family member. As you have observed in the first chapter of this story, Dr. Naïve could not see Withe and the affair suddenly transformed into a battle. But Withe Tyraum had no time to think of this unpleasant cataclysm. Preparations for the dinner Withe Dr. Naïve must begin immediately. 12:75 tomorrow night, was in Withe’s mind, a short time away. Mr. Tyraum planned to wear crimson and ebony pinstriped suit. The suit had fashion able emerald buttons down the middle. Withe thought that maybe he appealed to Dr. Naïve he would win permission to see his sick family member, so he had the emerald buttons designed in hexagonal shape with white outlining the out most edges of the button. He even attempted to lose some weight. (In those days, weight was called mass.)

Dr. Naïve, however, was doing the contrary. Naïve was coming up with a plan to murder Mr. Tyraum. He had drawn out a blueprint, and to the moment this was the most superlative plan he could come up with. The plan needed revision badly.

Before Withe could believe it the night of the dinner had approached. Withe had decided that he would travel in the most up to date fashion. In every house on Coppersville Court a laser had been installed. This laser was for travel. Simply say the name of where you would like to be transported. The laser would envision the place of which you said the address. Your were then transmitted into tiny particles and transported to the place where you wanted to go.

On the night of the dinner with Dr. Naïve, Withe stood in front to the Laser Vision Device. The laser was situated in ht dining room right above the display plates. By the way, these plates had designs on them such a knives, a naked man and woman, and most disturbingly, a man eating a heart of another human. Withe was proud of these sets. He faced the laser said in a quiet voice, “Laser Vision Device?”

The Laser Vision Device turned to look at him.

“Take me, if you please, to 93,170. Coppersville Court.”

The events that happen next in this story all are a faint blur in Withe Tyraum’s mind. First, there was a bright scarlet flash of light, followed by an unbearable squeezing. Secondly, Withe distantly heard a woman screaming. The sound quickly faded out replaced by a sound of a wolf howling. Withe’s arms were almost pulled out of their sockets or so it felt like and then came the sound of china plates falling to the floor. “Good Heavens! What was that!” exclaimed a voice.

With opened his eyes He had arrived at Dr. Naïve’s abode. (It was not humble, there was no debate about that.) Like many other homes in the age, the Laser-vision device was placed in the dining room. W hen Withe had finished his unpleasant trip through the Laser-vision device he had landed on the dining room table. Naïve had set some plates on the table for display. With had slid across the table and knocked some of the plates over. By this point, Dr. Naïve had sensed that the sound was coming from the dining room. Yet, he was surprised to find, Withe who had now slid off the table, in a mess of shattered plates. Dr. Naïve took on a casual smile to hide his surprise.

“In all truth, Mr. Tyraum” Dr Naïve commented, “I expected you at the door.” As he said these words a flash of anger descended on his eyes.

“I came through the laser vision device,” Withe explained. “What a way to travel!”

Five

Do you know that put will have to put a fine for all the plates you damaged?” “However we will discuss that matter after dinner. For now let us eat,” said Dr. Naïve forgetting his casual smile.

He gritted his teeth, beckoned Withe to come to him, and turned to his right. Dr. Naïve was not a very good host and that was apparent to Withe as he strolled down the hall, and watched Dr. Naive toss up his head up in an arrogant fashion.

The hall which he led Withe down was quite strange. It had the head of every animal Dr. Naïve had ever slaughtered on the wall. The room had a low ceiling. You practically had to crawl through the room. At the end of the hall Dr. Naïve turned left and entered a small door. It was a very small door with a miniscule amount to space in it. With, as I have mentioned before, was quite a tall man. So, he was forced to crawl through it. It was quite a pain, for he had to roll over onto his back and use his hands to push the weight of his body out of the tiny space. Withe had no regret in going through with this. The landscape outside was even more beautiful than the rooms in.

The land cut across a trickling stream, and one was able to get over it by walking over an isthmus, which sometimes, Dr. Naïve explained, flooded when it rained so very hard. Past the stream there a small vineyard where plump grapes grew, a distillery, where wine was made from the grapes, a small picnic table and a lamp post.

“This is the most beautiful area of land I have ever seen in my entire life,” muttered Withe.

“Many people say that I think I have put excellent use into this lovely piece of land, if I do say so myself, boasted Dr. Naïve, hearing Withe’s comment. Withe buried himself at admiring the beautiful Earth. All that one could hear was the rushing water. It started to drizzle a bit and the air smelled of mildew and honey. Finally the silence was broken by Dr. Naïve asking, “Well Mr. Tyraum, can we proceed to our meal?”

Withe consented and Dr. Naïve turned abruptly right. The isthmus and the vineyard soon faded out to sight and an immense field of clovers took his place. The two ventured through the clover field. Then, Dr. Naïve stopped so abruptly swiftly that Withe almost knocked the man over. Confusion clouded his mind as he saw what Dr. Naïve was stopping in front of an object that was a normal looking clover.

“Clover, myself and Withe Tyraum Professor of Knowledge, University of Modern Times.” Dr. Naïve said. Dr. Naïve paused for a moment, and then continued. “Oh, and by the way clover, Blueberry Pie.”

The next event that happened was truly amazing. The clover grew twice its size in about thirty seconds. Two other clovers did the same thing, however, they did not grow nearly half as large as the first clover.

“Sit,” said Dr. Naïve pointing to the clovers that were smaller in size. Withe sat down on one of the two smaller clovers, and Dr. Naïve on the other.

Then, Dr. Naïve hollered, “We need some silverware.”

Withe who was already awed by the soft cushions and comfort of the clovers, and was star struck when he saw the silverware. Though it was made of stone, the silverware had diamonds and rubies embedded in it. Not only then, they were easy to hold and sharp as well.

“Now for dinner,” said Dr. Naïve.

Wither inquired, “What is on the menu?”

“Oh, order whatever you like, “replied Dr. Naïve, “Just tap your spoon on your plate and say what you desire. Like so.” Dr. Naïve tapped his spoon on his plate and said,

“Minestrone soup .”

A cloud-like object came from the above with a silver platter on it or Naïve lifted the handle and revealed a steaming hot platter of minestrone soup.

Then, a gruff voice which Withe assumed came from the cloud warned “Be careful, hot.”

“Thank you,” replied Dr. Naïve, “Mr. Tyraum, your order.”

“If you please, I prefer roast mutton tonight,” Withe demanded and repeated the same things Dr. Naïve had done. His roast mutton came on a silver platter carried by a cloud.

“Thank you” said Withe and began eating.

After a few bites of roast mutton, With Tyraum asked “What will we have to drink?”

Dr. Naïve jumped and nearly alarmed Withe. “Oh my goodness,” Naïve said, “I couldn’t I have forgotten the cups! Mr. Tyraum you wait here and I’ll be back with the cups!” And with that Naïve exited.

Five minutes turned into ten minutes and Dr. Naïve still did not return with the cups. Withe busied himself with eating the rest of the roast mutton. At about this time the doorknob turned and he could hear footsteps behind. As he glanced around he saw that he was surrounded by a robot army all armed with bow and arrow. In the middle of all this stood Dr. Naïve on a platform.

“Surrender, Withe Tyraum,” said he. With these words, Dr. Naïve fired an arrow.

Six

“And with that,” said Dr. Naïve pointing to the arrow which had just hit the tree, “Fire!”

The unholy sound that came from those arrows sounded like a hailstorm that was raining fire. Withe decided to take action. Hoisting himself on a low, unstable limb of the tree the first arrow had hit, he was able to climb branch by branch to the highest point of the tree. However this move had not gone unnoticed. Thousands of arrows were directed at the tree.

When I was in science class, the instructor would lecture for hours. One piece of helpful knowledge was contained in these lectures. One law of gravity was that when an object, in this case the tree has a number of objects, in this case the arrows, in it that weigh more than it can hold the object (tree) falls over.

This is exactly what happened on that fateful night. Too many arrows hit the tree and the tree fell over just as Withe had reached the top. Realizing that the tree was bound to fall over, he leaped. The tree fell away from the army, and few were damaged. As for Withe’s leap, it took him into a wooded area. This wooded area was commonly referred to as the South Forest.

Under the leadership of Dr. Naïve the robots had found the place where Withe was hiding. Though there were many brambles covering the entry way of the South Forest, the arrows were bound to break through the brambles at any second now. He grabbed a few twigs with sharp edges, prepared to use them when necessary. Withe Tyraum ran for his life. However, the sound of arrows was never far away.

After running about three and one-half miles, Withe was tired. Yet, another challenge awaited him. A fairly large stream, The Yucuitaw, criss-crossed through the South Forest, and according to some, was impossible to cross. The only way to cross the stream was to swim, Withe quickly realized. He could not build a raft because he did not have the time nor the materials to build one. He did not have a boat, flotation device, or any tool to help him. Therefore, he would have to swim across the Yucuitaw.

Withe braced himself. Strangely, all the noises of arrows had suddenly stopped. Maybe it was just his imagination, thought Withe. Since the sound of arrows had mysteriously stopped, there was an eerie silence that made Withe worry. Keeping his eyes on the other side, he buttoned the top button on his shirt, and jumped in the Yucuitaw River. The water was shockingly cold. He pulled his head up to breathe. This routine kept repeating itself until Withe’s nearly frozen fingertips felt land. He hoisted himself up on the land. Then, he looked back. There seemed to be no one following him. Then a familiar voice said:

“Good evening, Withe Tyraum. Come closer, I don’t bite.” Withe turned around. There stood Dr. Naïve and his robot army.

In minutes Withe’s hands were bound with ropes behind his back. Apparently there was another entrance to the South Forest, which Dr. Naïve and his men had sneaked through. Dr. Naïve ordered him to march until they demanded that he stop. Naïve told him no more information. Withe was forced to do what Dr. Naïve told him, as armed robots were surrounding him. Withe’s legs hurt before they reached their destination. They stopped in front of the vineyard Withe had seen on his way in. A mischievous smile crept up Dr. Naïve’s face.

“And, now comes my favorite part of this tale, Withe Tyraum. This is the section where the powerful Dr. Naïve, kills the weak Withe Tyraum. Gentleman, bring forth the torch,” said Dr. Naïve.

Two robot soldiers came forth bearing a wooden torch that was lighted with a sizzling flame. They handed the torch to Dr. Naïve.

“Turn Mr. Tyraum around,” ordered Dr. Naïve.

The robots that had carried the flame grabbed Withe with their cold metal hands. Turning Withe around he faced not Dr. Naïve, but the robot army.

“Now, I shall light the bonds,” said Naïve creeping closer to Withe, “Rest in true peace Withe Tyraum.”

Withe, for help, looked to the robots. However, the robots just stood in front of Withe, defending Dr. Naïve’s territory. As Dr. Naïve touched the torch to the rope, Withe’s instincts jumped into action. He swiveled around, knocking the torch, and Dr. Naïve, for that matter, on the ground. From his position on the ground, Dr. Naïve ordered one command. The command was “Fire!”

The robots started firing once again. With his instincts still in command, Withe sidestepped into the mass of the arrows. One of the arrows hit his ropes and broke them. Brandishing his ropes, Withe tumbled out of the area where most arrows hit before anything could damage his body. While he was tumbling out of the arrows he noticed something. The robots had a mark that read Helmfield.

Helmfield was a scientist that improved army robots. He dedicated his life to finding more efficient ways to program robots. His last model, HMF-EB-8 was an excellent fighter; however these robots had only one flaw. Whenever the robots were close to fire, they malfunctioned. In front of Withe was the torch that Dr. Naïve had almost used to light the ropes. He grabbed it.

It was a perfect opportunity. Dr. Naïve was still struggling to his feet, and there was no one to stop him. Withe grabbed the torch and crawled back into the area where the majority of the arrows were. Upon seeing Withe, the robots only fired there arrows harder. Seeing his chance he revealed the torch, and threw it at the robot army.

The robots were no more than heaps of metal on the ground, their bows and arrows next to their remains, in spilt seconds. But before he could take in what had just happened a hand grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“So you thought you could get away. Didn’t you, Withe Tyraum,” said Dr. Naïve. “Come here, you coward. Face me.”

Withe replied, “I’ll face you.” Turning around to face Dr. Naïve, his hand made a fist and punched Dr. Naïve. Blood dripped down on his white coat. He retreated a bit.

Withe walked toward Naïve with glowing pride. They were walking towards the water Withe had seen on his way in. Before Withe had the chance to punch Dr. Naïve again, Naïve said a comment that quite surprised Withe.

“You want my position, Head of the Classification of the Not-Knowing, I suppose, because of your grandfather’s prophecy,” Naïve commented.

“I don’t want your filthy position at all,” said Withe, advancing toward the water. “I came to you for another reason altogether.”

“What reason was that,” inquired Dr. Naïve.

Before Withe had time to reply, Dr. Naïve took out his crossbow and fired an arrow. The arrow hit Withe in the stomach. Dr. Naïve was fairly close to the water and Withe now. As Dr. Naïve bent down to examine Withe (to see if he was dead or not,) Withe grabbed Dr. Naïve’s neck with his left hand. Naïve choked. Using the weight of Dr. Naïve’s neck, Withe hoisted himself up with his remaining strength. Surprised, Dr. Naïve sidestepped toward the water until the water was up to his knees. Withe traveled along with Naïve and stopped when he stopped. Then, Naïve croaked:

“Why did you come to see me that day?”

“I wanted permission to see a sick family member,” replied Withe.

“A likely story,” Dr. Naïve told Withe.

With that comment, Withe tossed Dr. Naïve into the water. Dr. Naïve gasped. He could not swim. Dr. Naïve came up to breathe one last time and disappeared under the surface of the water. Dr. Naïve was dead. As for Withe, he walked out of the water onto the land. Then, peacefully, he lay down and fainted.

Epilogue

Some years passed. A man sat with a pen and a pencil in his hand. Everything, finally had been taken care of. The man, whose name was Withe Tyraum, had gone to the hospital for a short time himself. Then, Withe revisited the hospital to see the sick family member. After he had gotten everything that had been in possession Dr. Naïve, (as Naïve had no will,) Withe had taken to writing an account of all that had happened in 4001. He passed it on to a friend, as he gave it up after a while. The friend passed it on to me. The friend told me everything Withe Tyraum had told her. I, then, wrote this short story about the events of 4001. Hopefully, it would please Withe Tyraum.

End of Second Installment

Started: June 20, 2009

Finished: August 18, 2009