Before Celling could answer, he sees something behind Fansworth. “David!” he shouts.
David Eborrenial is indeed running towards Celling. Over his shoulder, he carries a large, gray bar of metal. Behind him are a red-headed girl and a boy carrying a suitcase.
“Who’s this?” asks Fansworth.
“Future psychic. Don’t ask,” replies Roboson.
“David! Why are you-”
“Decided that I’d had enough of having to get a llama every time I had to communicate with the outside world,” he says. “I've wired up a telegraph to your base.”
“How did you find out where it is?” asks Roboson.
David sighs. “I'll give you three seconds to guess.”
He failed.
“Precognition. Dummy,” Eborrenial answers. “And who's this?” he continues, pointing at Fansworth.
Fansworth extends his hand. “Colonel Fansworth. The Guardian of the State sent me to-”
“Padelheb is a pompous self-centered bastard that won't think twice about screwing you over to further his own goals,” answers David flatly. “Also, you shouldn't be too hung up on your wife Johanna leaving you, she's been cheating with Tom Pylem for the last four months.”
Fansworth gapes. “How could you possibly know that?”
“I'll give you three seconds to guess,” replies David. “Also, this is Angela-” he pointed at the redhead behind him, “-and this is Carlos.”
“What's the stick for?” Roboson asks.
“Oh, that!” answers David. “I forgot to show you that while you were at my place. See, the founder of the Protinam also constructed the Pillar of Time, a twenty-foot pole of zinc-mercury alloy sheathed in petrified wood and emblazoned with electrum runes. It broadcasts a repeating psychic signal into the timestream, allowing us Visionaries to make predictions based off particular locations.”
“Oh… kay?” says Celling.
David Eborrenial hefts the pole of metal he's holding in front of him. “Well, I made a little version. The real thing isn't portable, you see. The shape of the mountain as a whole actually magnifies our abilities while we're in the temple thing, but having a point of reference in the vicinity should let me make predictions fast enough for you to adapt your tactics as needed.”
He pushed the pole to an upright position. “Any questions?”
Exactly 12 hours to post questions…