Professor Glaxba was no fool and had soon realized the corrupt government dangerous to his point of view. He kept silent while watching on TV unfolding news he had already previewed. Time after time, day in and day out, his heart sank watching unfolding disasters that could easily be avoided, by an alert public official, checking an E-mail or just having a competent person actively monitoring details. A tear fell from the professor’s eye as he softly said, ’we can mend and end the violence.’
The professor could hear the incessant hum of the tape recorder click off. This happened each time he had spoken, so he assumed they were recording his thoughts and messages to avoid disasters. The professor was partially correct: No one could understand the language he was speaking. Some thought he might have Basque ancestry, but that was ruled out when found out his favorite food curry. Linguists were called in from every nation and land, but not one scientist could one word of Professor Glaxba understand.
The seconds, minutes, days and months rolled on and Professor Glaxba was being kept in fairly restrictive isolation, but it did not seem to wear on him. He would often meditate for hours where he would talk with Mother Nature or the library card catalog: (He has a library card app implant to mentally access information). Each conversation was recorded, but the scientists thought it strange and spooky to have two voices on the recording with the professor verified to be the only person in the room during these meditation times.
Through sign language, the professor said to the nurse it would be a small kind gesture to show him a calendar. The nurse had not read the instructions of that forbidden for Professor Glaxba to hear, feel or see, which included eel. The moment Professor Glaxba saw the date he became quite agitated. He knew soon that the fate of Boston hung in the balance. The professor needed to someway somehow alert the authorities to this technological mistake that plunged the whole world into a devastating war ruining many clambakes.
Professor Glaxba woke up just before dawning and realized he had been subdued and tranquilized again. He walked over to a small table holding a pitcher of water and poured it over his head. He had to get the cobwebs out of his mind and come up with a plan of action. He soon realized the situation hopeless and he was down to his final option. Within his tooth was a signaling device to only be used in the most dire of emergencies. If the Stellar Commander thought the emergency frivolous, then the signaling person was donated to biology to be dissected.