I like mad scientists–I’ve done a few experiments as a kid, which were very low tech but still fun.
“If you could take one thing with you on a deserted island, what would it be?” Dr. Glass asked.
Byron froze, his mind working frantically behind what he hoped was a pleasant expression. Every Mad Genius had their quirks, and this was Dr. Glass’—a fondness for questions. A wrong answer could result in a demotion, a firing, or worse.
But it was difficult to tell what a wrong answer would be–it seemed to vary according to some rule of Dr. Glass’ or possibly according to nothing at all. The title Mad Genius, after all, was sometimes more apt than not. At least in this office, there wasn’t any cackling, bone or body part decorations, or doors to nowhere.
“To be honest, my first thought would be the obvious–a communication device, or perhaps a boat. But the question is about what you’d want to entertain yourself,” Byron said, stalling for time and watching Dr. Glass’ expression out of the corner of his eyes. Her short white streaked hair stood up from her running her fingers through it repeatedly, but she seemed focused on the experiment in front of her now.
She was making some sort of technological weapon, Byron knew, though she never explained the finer details of them, this one was sonic based.
“Because an island can be pretty damp, I’d go with a book for entertainment, and a fire starter if necessary. War and Peace, because of its length, and under any other circumstances I’d never finish it.”
“Boring!” Dr. Glass drawled, twisting part of the machine, resulting in a loud crackle and hum.
“I imagine being stuck on a deserted island would be boring, once you get past the basic needs for water, food, and shelter,” Byron said.
“True enough!” Dr. Glass pointed to the tool bench behind him. “Go grab me a number 3 wrench, would you?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Byron said, obeying. Safe for the moment, he thought.