Quantum Imagination: Spencer

Spencer Fopson was insane. This fact had been long established by several highly trained members of the psychiatric profession, a long string of ex-girlfriends, his parents, and Gerard, his constant companion from the planet Tripilfink. To be fair, Gerard didn’t actually use the term insane. He preferred to say that Spencer had extra-dimensional sensitivities, which explained why he was the only one who could see Gerard.

The psychiatrists, ex-girlfriends, and parents used the word insane.

Spencer quite gracefully accepted the diagnoses which others so eagerly heaped upon him. He wasn’t bothered by words like delusional and schizophrenic. He knew who and what he was. He had stacks of diagnostic paperwork to prove it. It gave him a feeling of security that most others rarely experienced.

Gerard was his. Truth be told, he didn’t care whether he was real or not. He, Spencer, was the only one who could see or hear him. The only one aware of his existence. The only one who could listen to all his tales of life back on Tripilfink. The only one who could tell him to shut the hell up when he wouldn’t stop telling all his tales of life back on Tripilfink.

He was special. Spencer Fopson was one of a kind.

Until everyone else started seeing invisible people, that is.

At first, he was sure they were making fun of him. That had to be it. Then he decided that they couldn’t deal with his gifts anymore, and in their jealousy, they tried to fake it. But as time went on, more and more people started claiming to have invisible companions. People he had never even met. Paranoid and delusional though he was, he began to sense that this game wasn’t about him at all.

He discussed it at great length with Gerard. Together they came to the conclusion that it was at least theoretically possible that, for reasons as yet unknown, the rest of the human population of earth had suddenly gained some measure of extra-dimensional sensitivity. Why each and every person could see exactly one of these invisible people was a question they were not able to settle.

Spencer looked out of his bedroom window, down over the city street he knew so well. He didn’t know what to make of what he was seeing. Businesspeople, school children, police officers, and taxi drivers were all talking to, even arguing with, what appeared to be empty space. What he had once gotten stares and years of therapy for was now perfectly normal behavior.

It wasn’t fair.


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