Dr. Demyan Emmerich

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La experiencia era nuevo. Era nuevo, no refinado.

“Interesting, indeed,” I muttered as I stalked down the narrow corridors of Brooksville High school. A scream shrilled in my ear before I was shoved to the wall by one female student who, laughing, shoved her companion back. Shooting the pair an ineffectual glare, I straightened before hurrying forward, feeling the pressure of a hundred other students building behind me.

How, you may wonder, have I, Dr. Demyan Emmerich of much illustrious fame, come to this? I’ll begin by pinning the brunt of the blame on Dr. Gregor.

“This is ridiculous!”

“You know we must do this, Emmerich.”

“No. You will not back me into a corner on this!”

“Miko Wu is the most fascinating subject that has come in a long time. Even you can’t dispute me on this.”

“…I see you’ve been working on your logos arguments. Well done.”

“Well, Emmerich?”

“Still, really, Gregor? …High school?”

…

And thus, my situation now.

Gregor was unfailingly stubborn, as she tends to be, and even refuted my idea of setting up cameras about the school. There was the legality aspect, as she had quickly pointed out, but really. The law has nothing on the evolving discoveries of the human mind. Any court would

recognize that.

Nonetheless, I can somewhat admit that Miko Wu is quite the enigmatic subject. Observing him in his natural habitat is a given. Enrolling in highschool even after the acquisition of a doctorate is not. As it stands now, I currently am scheduled to have merely two classes with the subject, one of those with Gregor. It was ridiculous, this ‘public school system’. They would not heed my demands no matter how many letters I wrote to this so-called ‘Guidance’.

I entered Literature Class and caught sight of the subject settling down at his desk. I was not assigned a seat near him, but that does not perturb me too much; I do not need to be near to observe. Watching him prepare for class, I remember the issue about the folder. He seemed quite incensed about that, but does not outwardly show many obvious signs regarding it. Gregor knows more about the folder than I do; her being an easier confidante of the subject’s due to her more understanding personality. That’s fine for now. I do not need to be bogged down by excess details at the moment. I need only observe. Yes, the absence of the folder appears to be the main cause of his distress, but I needn’t push events that could easily happen naturally. The hows and whys will culminate in a beautiful climax where everything shall fall into place, all the data that I had gathered up until that point coming together in such a way that it almost seems irresistibly magnetic.

I will know then.

“Hey, Demyan.”

I snapped out of my thoughts to nod at Gregor, who stared at me from my seat next to her in art.

“I see you’re highly busy,” she said, a sarcastic tilt to her lips.

I stared at my sketch, which had been in progress for days.

“Of course,” I brushed it off. “You appear to be doing well, as usual,” I commented, glancing at

her 4th piece of the week. Gregor was always doing something, which I suppose is one of her more better qualities. I, myself, am lost in contemplation more often than not.

“Yeah. Miko’s still pretty freaked about his folder. I don’t really know where it could’ve gone.”

“Mmhmm,” I said, listening as I tried to get some work done on my sketch. Failing art would be an abhorrence. Gregor sometimes relayed information to me. She was useful in that way, having more connections than I. I will readily admit she has more of a social prowess than I do. I do not consider being socially advanced a particular accomplishment, but it has its benefits. She is more connected to the ‘grape vine’, so to speak, and it does give an ambient perspective.

“He thinks someone took it. There was a list of suspects.”

I paused in curiosity. These ‘suspects’ have the possibility of holding a link to the subject’s labyrinth of a conscience. They themselves could shed more light onto the side that eludes us, as intangible as shadow.

“I’m listening.”

Regards,

Dr. Demyan Emmerich

Subjects are observed, not cajoled. Emotions that are your own introduce unnecessary variables.

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