Just a bit of the old fanfic

I wrote this right about when Marvel got the rights to the X-men back. Just something that came out.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

Alexander Ramsey knocked on the large wooden door.  He ran his hand slowly over the carvings trying to get a feel for the wood.  The telepathic voice of Charles Xavier shook him from his daze ‘Come in Alexander’

‘Charles,’ He said as he stuck his head into the large office. “I wanted to thank you for letting me study the Shi’ar tech’ he continued to walk into the office. It is really amazing, how efficiently it handles the complexity of creating environments is incredible.” He paced back and forth excitedly in the office.

Charles Xavier, his brow furrowed in concentration, was focused more on the monitor on his desk than the young man pacing in his office. “Good “

“Good, good she was wonderful,” He said. “The A.I., “he stopped and turned towards Charles at his desk “you did know she was an AI? “ He waved his hand dismissively “The AI did have some protocol issues. Her directives stated that she was to beat the X-men, but after a good long discussion about what purpose was. We agreed that her directives be changed to training. So you dodged a bullet of cascading logic there” He plopped down into the chair in front of the desk. “And you have hardly heard a word I said.” He glances toward the back of the monitor reading the video signals. “How did it go?”

Charles turned away from the screen and let out a heavy sigh “Not as well as I would have liked. Weeks and weeks of congressional hearings and very little has changed. The Genetic Census act will be presented to Congress next week and there is nothing we can do about it. I have tried every argument I could think of to no avail. The issues in currently in the hands of the system.”

“Did you really try everything Charles?” he said raising an eyebrow.  “I mean here you are, Charles Xavier, the most powerful telepathic mind on the planet and you could not sway a few politicians?” Alex crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. “I’m not even talking about out and out control, just a few nudges here and there to get your points across.

Charles was taken aback, he had been tempted to push those that were on the fence and curtail the committee members that did not see his side of things but his judgement about his abilities had never been questioned. “That would be a misuse of my abilities; you of all people should understand that it is not that simple. In the long term someone would see that, people had been tampered with, and that would just confirm everyone’s fears of a great mutant conspiracy. I believe that right now we have to leave the decision in their hands.”

“I do understand their fear of us Charles. That is what worries me.  When the act passes, and it will pass. That fear with the law behind it will allow people to be randomly tested for the mutant gene.” Alex rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.  “We both know that is what the ‘Genetic Census’ is really about.”

“Yes, Yes I know.” He said rolling his wheelchair around the desk, and towards the door “Now I have some work to do Alexander, I am pleased that the Danger Room is running properly and I appreciate that you want to be active.  Please send Scott in if you see him.”

Alex took this as his cue to leave “Well thank you again Charles,” he stood and shook Charles’ hand. “Please let me know if there is anything at all I can do to help. He turned and walked through the door closing it behind him.

    I put that there as a filler it is late at night and I really could not come up with a decent journal entry. Doing this journal has me examining my day very critically. like being in social media I am more into how I will talk about my day instead of having one. HMMMPH!

    My daughters girlfriend dumped her. This not a problem I could solve. If it was I don't know how. this fall in the purview of my wife she can connect more emotionally then I can. my little girl is wallowing in it. any thing that might distract her or help her regain some sense of worth she negate utterly. I think this is part of her living in fear. 

High point of the day: puttering around the house with low stress

Low point of the day: see my little girls heart broken\

what I learned today: I can't fix everything