“It was a parasite.” said Dr. Durant with a lupine smile. “A very clever, mis-wired parasite. It looked just like ordinary brain tissue.” Durant's head twitched like he was trying to get water out of his ear. “It had wired itself into human brains to make us love … cats. We evolved with these things, every one of us, to different degrees. Zero can be a degree. But zero isn't most people.” Durant said looking at the moon, as he turned around on his rubber heels on the sidewalk. “I never liked fucking cats.” Jan said as she slouched back on the cushy leather seat of her driverless scooter, not taking her eyes off her iKnow [think iPhone, but smarter]. “No one said you had to fuck them.” Durant muttered as he tried to hold back a painful laugh, “You still have the parasite -- we all do! “Oh, bull.” “It’s what has blocked our otherwise innate sense of magic.” ““Oh, bull. Let me ask the Singie [short for Singularity] and it will tell us what to do.” Jan said in a matter-of-fact tone as she disengaged and returned to her iKnow. “Don’t you understand? There's no data on this. We just discovered it an hour ago, Jan. That damn thing doesn't know shit!” “Look, if you wanna be an asshole? Then I'm going home.” “No, honey, no, please, this is a trillion dollars. This is the big game changer.” “Oh, bull.” “See that sweet baby, with the lead-green hair, sadistic upstart in the white smock?” Durant pointed at Dr. Jameelah Amin. “You mean the lady with the beautiful jet-black skin sitting alone in the dinner?” Jan asked as she popped off her matching fuschia earbuds as her iKnow continued out loud with a nerve-wracking string of incoherent statements, “--web of the same manifestation, the blood of petty jabs...” Durant growled as his hands wrestled with Jan's hands to slide the power off. “Turn that stupid thing off.” Durant said. “--sea of bold flanks, untimely executed, plain to see. I heard that, Durant.” “I wasn’t born yesterday. Who the fuck are-- you wanna bang this chic or something?” Jan said as Durant peered in through the plate glass. “No, honey you're not listening, please-- hold on.” Dr. Amin sat alone like she was in meditation as her firm open hands, and shoulder-length green hair, began to rise up. An Asian man with tiny eyes and a white boat-shaped paper cap approached her with a writing pad to take her order. Suddenly, the perfection of Jameelah’s gleaming smile and her big, brown eyes lit up as a wrath of electric energy discharged in a prolonged stroke of lightning from her shoulders and into the ceiling. It sent Asian man hopping painfully into aluminum chairs. An overhead fluorescent light cover smash on the floor in full view of other customers who wrenched their coat collars up to their faces. The Asian man came back and gestured like it had to be explained as a facility malfunctions. “Well, well, well, the rise of queen bitch in an inane world.” Durant said. “What the fuck is her problem?” Jan said. “She's the world’s first sorceress, I mean for-real sorceress.” “Like that girl from the show?” Jan said. “It was my research. If it was successful on her then she was supposed to do me. It’s ridiculous how she's behaving. I need to get her back to the lab.” said Durant. “I know girls like that, you don't wanna live with them, not these ones. You know them the day you first lay eyes on them. But I know who to call, if you wanna that her hostage or something.” Jan said.