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From the case notes of Dr. Jerbal Argon, Psych Brotherhood Artemis Fowl, once self-proclaimed teenage criminal mastermind , now prefers the term juvenile genius.
Apparently he has changed. Note to self: For the past six months Artemis has been undergoing weekly therapy sessions at my clinic in Haven City in an attempt to overcome a severe case of Atlantis Complex, a psychological condition that he developed as a result of meddling in fairy magic. Serves him right, silly Mud Boy. Remember to submit outrageous bill to Lower Elements Police. Artemis appears to be cured, and in record time too.
Is this likely? Or even possible?
Discuss my theory of relativity with Artemis. Could make for a very interesting chapter in my V-book: Foiling Fowl: Outsmarting the Smarty-pants.
Publishers love the title- Ka-ching! Order more painkillers for my blasted hip. Issue clean bill of mental health for Artemis. Final session today. Argon was late. This final session was just as unnecessary as the past half dozen.
He was completely cured, for heaven's sake, and had been since week eighteen.
His prodigious intellect had accelerated the process, and he should not have to twiddle his thumbs at the behest of a gnome psychiatrist. At first Artemis paced the office, refusing to be calmed by the water wall, with its gently pulsing mood lights; then he sat for a minute in the oxygen booth, which he found calmed him a little too much. Oxygen booth indeed, he thought, quickly ducking out of the chamber. Finally the door hissed and slid aside on its track, admitting Dr.
Jerbal Argon to his own office. The squat gnome limped directly to his chair. He dropped into the embrace of its padding, slapping the armrest controls until the gel sac under his right hip glowed gently. Nothing helps, honestly. People think they know pain, but they have no idea.
Argon sighed blissfully again as the heated chair pad went to work on his hip. Why didn't you have a puff of oxygen or meditate by the water wall? Hey-Hey Monks swear by those water walls.
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What Hey-Hey Monks do after first gong is of little interest to me. Can we proceed with my rehabilitation? Or would you prefer to waste more of my time? Where does it all stem from? Oh, please.
My life span is considerably shorter than yours, Doctor. I prefer not to waste valuable time on worthless pseudo-tests. We may as well read tea leaves or divine the future in turkey entrails. Argon slapped a card down on the table. I memorized them during our sessions. You don't even shuffle. Of course. What do you see? Also a scared child, and an elf clothed in the skin of a troll.
Not really. I see a secure building, perhaps a family home, with four windows. A trustworthy pet, and a pathway leading from the door into the distance. I think, if you check your manual, you will find that these answers fall inside healthy parameters.
The Mud Boy was right, as usual. Perhaps he could blindside Artemis with his new theory. It was not part of the program but might earn him a little respect. I have traveled through time, Doctor. I think I know a little something about relativity. Not that theory; my theory of relativity proposes that all things magical are related and influenced by ancient spells or magical hot spots. But I think you'll find that your postulation should be called the theory of relatedness. Dozens of your ancestors have tried for the crock of gold, though you are the only one to have succeeded.
I imagine he still dreams of that moment.
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Something happened on the Fowl Estate once. Something huge, magically speaking. It's a goblin-and-egg situation. Did you think about magic and then find magic?
Or did the magic make you think about looking for magic? I'd say we're talking about back when fairies lived on the surface, more than ten thousand years ago.
He felt he owed the doctor something for the theory of relatedness , which would certainly bear some investigation.
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Argon, did you have turned-in feet as a child? Yes, I did. He hadn't thought about those horrible shoes in centuries; he had actually forgotten them until this moment. A simple brace should solve your hip problem. Foaly should be able to build the brace for you. I may have been a few millimeters off in my estimate of your dimensions, so best to get measured.
Have I fulfilled my obligation? He watched Artemis stride across the office floor and duck through the doorway. Argon studied the napkin drawing and knew instinctively that Artemis was right about his hip.
Either that boy is the sanest creature on earth, he thought, or he is so disturbed that our tests cannot even begin to scratch the surface.
I hope so, he thought. I really hope so. Artemis's bodyguard, Butler, waited for his principal outside Dr. Argon's office in the large chair that had been a gift from the centaur Foaly, technical consultant to the Lower Elements Police. You look like a monkey passing a coconut. The bodyguard stood and stretched, flattening his palms against the ceiling, which was double-height by fairy standards. Thank God Argon had a taste for the grandiose, or Butler wouldn't even have been able to stand up straight in the clinic.
To his mind, the building, with its vaulted ceilings, gold-flecked tapestries, and retro sim-wood sliding doors, looked more like a monastery where the monks had taken a vow of wealth than a medical facility. Only the wall-mounted laser hand-sanitizers and the occasional elfin nurse bustling past gave any hint that this place was actually a clinic. I am so glad this detail is coming to an end, Butler had been thinking at least once every five minutes for the past two weeks.
He had been in tight spots many times; but there was something about being confined in a city clamped to the underside of the earth's crust that made him feel claustrophobic for the first time in his life. Artemis emerged from Argon's office, his self-satisfied smirk even more pronounced than usual. When Butler saw this expression, he knew that his boss was back in control of his faculties and that his Atlantis Complex was certified as cured.
No more counting words. No more irrational fear of the number four. No more paranoia and delusions.
Thank goodness for that. He asked anyway, just to be certain.