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Twelve hours later, Tom woke up in his easy chair. He was stiff from having been in the same position for so long. He got out of the chair and stretched.
After a quick shower and change of clothes he found Freddie.
“Any insights into what is going on?” Freddie was drinking a concoction of mixed fruit and vegetable juices he had just finished making in the juicer.
“Nothing has come to me yet, but after an intense session of random sensory input my subconscious mind is collating the data and sifting through it. When it finally has something the insight will force itself into my conscious mind, and we will have an answer.”
“How does that work again?”
“I prepare my mind by clearing out all thought. Then I pose a problem or question that I need an answer for and through certain meditation techniques I place it in my subconscious. Then I use random inputs to stimulate the thought processes and eventually an answer comes to me.”
“And your random inputs consist of watching TV?”
“I find that random and rapid channel surfing gives me a wide and varied set of stimulus.”
“So, what did you get out of last night’s session?”
“Nothing yet, but I’m sure something will turn up. Interesting side note though. Did you know that the commercials for that Zooper Sports Drink are running several times an hour on almost every channel?”
“‘Zooper makes you super!'” Freddie quoted the catch phrase for the drink. “Maybe it made Clay Walter super. He had enough of it in his pantry.”
“Wait a second. He had a lot of it? I wonder how much of it he drank? Also, there was another explosion yesterday. We may have more luck with this one as the victim had several friends that saw what happened.”
“I’d say that it is worth checking out.”
Tom went back to the office and looked up the news broadcast about the latest victim. He found it online and pulled the names out for further research. Once he had the names he did a quick search and got addresses to match.
“Let’s roll!” The two got into the company’s 1967 Mustang and headed off.