Chapter 19

Wound Too Tight.

That was what Pyewacket found. DD's brain was wound too tight.

When the scalpel incised the tumor ... and a few free axons ... oh, sorry. What's an axon? Dendrites collect information which is passes to the neuron cell body which transmits(transfers) the information to axons where transmitter buttons transfer the information to other buttons through other axons ... there are billions of cell bodies with their attendant information receivers and transmitters...

Yeah ... didn't make any sense to me either.

Suffice it to say some severed axons connected and healed to other severed axons they shouldn't have ... bad, bad, bad axons ... daddy spank. This allowed information to flow in abnormal directions ... in this particular situation, abnormal means different and not bad. DD wasn't a mutant or anything like that.

She didn't grow a third eye, or six fingers, or four ears, or even a third breast ... worse luck. Her clit stayed the same length nor did she grow an asshole on the middle of her forehead and shit her brains out.

She looked like DD, smelled like DD, tasted like DD ... YES!! ... fucked like DD. She was the same multi orgasmic DD. She was the same old(young) DD outside ... with a twist ... or two ... or six, inside.

DD's information center had been chugging along processing input like normal brains do ... with an odd quirk. Since the info had no place to come out ... it stayed in and the CPU decided it didn't like the words, NO, NOT, NEVER, IMPOSSIBLE and others of their ilk. Instead of lingering on what it can't do ... it concentrated on ... YES, CAN, POSSIBLE and like that. DD's brain was jam packed with "Sure I can do that," and had zero "Can't".

Mind reading ... a snap ... and you, sir, make an interesting read.

Teleportation..."you want to go where? ... we're here. Hi mom."

That exceptionally heavy and bulky object needs to go over there..."Next?"

DD had a huge brain spring ... it had been winding for 20 years ... including womb time. Lots of twists on the stem. When the surgeon cut ... he lifted the latch and started the flood.

Pyewacket needed to slow down the watch mainspring unwinding before it hit the end of the coil and broke off the little slot that kept the spring in place. Pye became the winder gear's two finger squeeze that kept the spring on track.

When technology passes the point where Joe Blow can understand how it works ... it's magic. Sure, there are people who can explain it ... to people who have the necessary skills, terms and background.

They are not Joe Blow ... Jane Blow doesn't know what a spark plug does to make her 'grocery getter' get. Magic. Stick in crank timed ignition and fuel injection and it's past magic.

Joe Blow knows that you push this button ... that light comes on and sound comes out of his car doors. Magic. Changing channels by pushing another button and it SEEKS? Whoa ... Magic on Magic!!

Jane Blow understands if you sit in the chair ... push the button on the remote (Magic) the TV turns on and people talk ... and it's so real she buys 'Soaps Digest' so she can keep up with the other soap operas she likes less than 'Days' but she needs to know who is doing what to whom. Magic.

"My computer? ... sure, I understand how it works ... push this button, that light comes on, push that button and there's a picture on that screen. I have to use a username and password to get where I need to go because I have children ... but I type them in and it goes there." "Username = Which Witch. Password = Incantation" equals Magic.

DD didn't need the machine ... DD was the machine. She pointed her magic wand (finger) and said the proper incantation (go there) and it went ... no more than Joe Blow did she understand Why it worked ... it worked. Magic.

JimJim was properly impressed ... Scared the shit out of him, she did.

"Holy Shit, DD!" he exclaimed, as she said "Holy Shit. DD!" in exactly the same tone and timber of voice. Then she said ... in JimJim's voice, exactly what he was thinking as he was thinking it. "Good Gawd Damn Sam! What a presentation she would make at the next conference." and in his head she spoke, "Ain't happening, Jim. You promised." The next thing Doctor James J. James Ph.D. knew, he was out the door thinking DD scored very well on the tests ... and nothing else.