Well something has gotten into my tiny tin robot, or Electric Eric as I have named him. Can't be sure if it's @Alastor Dimitri or not, as I'm afraid I didn't spend any time on speech emulators, and he doesn't seem interested in using a pencil or chalk. But whatever it is, I can barely contain it in my lab, and have had to significantly reinforce the doors and windows. It tears around in circles, darn near burning a track in my linoleum, bouncing off the walls and knocking over stools. It is a hoot to behold, let me tell you!

But I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before it discovers some of the upgrades I built into it. Didn't realize he'd raise such a ruckus! Figured the particle beam servos would be used opening tin cans, not blowing up my desk. And that's just the start of it. No-sir-ree, a fully armed automaton with this lack of control would not be a pretty picture loose on campus. I'm afraid it's time to get out my old trusty shotgun Louisa and terminate this experiment post haste. I'm sure young Alastor will just zap on out and into the next appliance he finds, like my toaster. Or my pacemaker. Hmmm. Yup.

I've been reading through @Alastor Dimitri's cryptic posts, trying to find out more about this electrical wilding that's disturbing our magnetic fields. I've taken readings all over campus, but, like my lab partner Rich Victor says, I need to find out more about him as a human. Rich Victor says I only look at people like they were data, but it's true, isn't it? If I take your measure purely by the numbers, won't I get a more accurate picture of your true nature? And besides, people don't make any sense.

That said, @Alastor Dimitri mentions "the generators," and with some reverence. Why will "the generators" help him? And who are they? And where does Psyhigh's power really come from anyway? It's a different grid than what powers the town, that's for sure. And how come we've never wondered before? I will next be researching "the generators" and perhaps there lies the key to understanding @Alastor Dimitri.

Ok see one of my friends has eletric powers so his are acting weird also. Anyways see people are not numbers,we are people,and once you get to know someone,well it's pretty interesting. Oh and talk with the monster i have been taking care of he/she might know.(I'm gonna call it a she) Anyways see she live's down in the Forbidden Room which is right next to the main control/energy room so talk with her...she won't tell me anything and she says "If i am going to give any information away about the main control room then the person must have something to do with electrical work." Oh and a little side note:if you are going to speak with her learn at least basic monster,which is one of the 3 languages she speaks,the 2 others are unknown forgotten languages.

I assembled a crystal radio, hoping to communicate with @Alastor Dimitri. I hypothesized that if he's living in the electrical system, then perhaps he can be reached if we listen and speak to him through the EM spectrum. I got the crystal detector and the cat's whisker from @Mr. Hazeldell and set it up in my room, hooked up to my MacBook to amplify and record the sound.

My first observations positively terrified me as there was present in them something mysterious, not to say supernatural, and I was alone in my room at night. The sounds at first appeared to be human voices conversing back and forth in a language I couldn't understand, but after processing them on my computer I was able to filter out the noise and distortion. Here is my conversation::

"@Alastor Dimitri, are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Artie McSpeckleton. The beef readers on the rise."

"What was that? Please repeat."

"The many Karman voices. We cannot cry for ice cream."

"There are many of you? Who are you?"

"The mandate supernodule completes. The Generators on click. Yeah."

"Did you say the Generators? Are you the Generators?"

"A family or congruence of nonintersecting world lines via the integral curve, not necessarily geodesics."

It's at that time that the power went out in my room. The crystal radio - built into a mason jar, continued to buzz, but further communication was unintelligible.

In shop class we're building drones. They have many agricultural applications, but from a Dark 4-H perspective their use is clear: cattle rustling.

Guiding the drones on a mission like this is simple enough. And with just a couple of electrified wires hanging down a few feet below the drones you can create a cattle prod effect. By flying over the herd and lightly brushing them with the wires you can cut out the animals you want and then herd them a couple miles to the awaiting trucks.

I was at the soldering table attaching these electrified danglers when who should I run into but old @Mr. Hazeldell. He had the big electromagnets out and was maneuvering them over his chest. It looked like a serious operation.

"Dagnabbit this buckshot!" he said.

Having had some experience with the removal of buckshot from the body, I asked him if I might be able to lend a hand.

"It's that polecat @Alastor Dimitri! Kids these days are out of control! He commandeered my Electric Eric, and when I attempted to defuse the situation with my trusty shotgun Louisa, he reversed the local polarity and threw the hot lead back at me like a bucket of bees!"

It seems some of the buckshot got wedged deep inside his pacemaker and he was using the school's mighty electromagnets to try and wiggle them free. A quick look at him through the shop's MRI showed that the shrapnel was angling close to his aorta.

"Well, I was afraid it'd come to this. Here, stick this in me."

He handed me a horseshoe-shaped implement, throbbing with a cool blue plasma glow.

"That's got to go around the pacemaker. It'll keep those pieces of metal from getting any closer to my heart, though it's going to produce a great deal of excess energy as well. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Go on, son, time to operate!"

We got it implanted into his chest neatly enough, given the range of tools available in the shop. As I was finishing up the cauterization I asked what had become of @Alastor Dimitri.

"He blew a hole in the wall and tore out of there like a bat out of hell. No telling where he headed off to. I'm afraid it'll be quite a while till that boy's batteries run down."

I offered to get him some ibuprofen or something, but he said he'd be fine with the bottle of rye he kept in his desk for occasions just like this.

Perhaps I will give my cattle rustling drones a dry run around campus, and take a look for this Electric Eric that @Alastor Dimitri's holed up in.

During local field potential recordings with my crystal radio set, a signal is recorded using an extracellular microelectrode, placed sufficiently far from individual local neurons to prevent any particular cell from dominating the electrophysiological signal. Using this technique, I have communicated extensively with The Generators and have definitively learned these things:

1) The come from a place called Seven Corners.

2) They take on illuminated humanoid shapes when intersecting with our dimension.

3) It is hard to determine their intent or motivations, because their appearances in our linear perception are out of order. The Generator you're talking to now might suddenly become the same Generator but 20 minutes ago. Or a day in the future. So often their interactions don't make sense. However, through processing the extensive transcripts of our conversations, I am hoping to understand the "big picture" of what they're really doing.

4) They have not answered any questions about @Alastor Dimitri, or if they know his whereabouts.

This school is crawling with rats. You don't see em because they stick to the shadows at night, but they're easy enough to spot with the infrared on my drones. It would be a waste to murder them, so I've got live-trap scoops to capture them and store them in my menagerie.

My cousin Bill Hatchet works for the the Walmart Supersensorium, Enforcement Division, and he thinks there would be a market for my rat catching drones. I've just got to figure out how to scale production. But he says the big market is in remote controlled animal simulacra, for surveillance and dirty tricks.

Still no sign of @Alastor Dimitri though. Either he's left campus or used the turbo drills built into @Mr. Hazeldell's automaton to burrow way down into the earth, I figure. Sure would like to run into him though. Seems like my kind of guy.

I volunteer at the Psychic Senior Center where I read poetry and stories to the psychic seniors to keep their minds from caving in. It's a 24 hour read, where volunteers trade off to keep a continuous read-a-thon, and the old people come in and out as necessary to keep their brains inflated. But we keep the stories going round the clock!

I had the midnight to 3am shift, and instead of reading the Blake and Margaret Atwood and Robin Coste Lewis that was on the schedule, I played my crystal radio set. I turned the lights down and it was quiet for awhile, except for the static and the rise and fall of the waves. Then the old people started to speak.

"WE ARE THE GENERATORS."

Then they hummed and buzzed a lot, and then started throat singing.

"AL AS TOR AL AS TOR AL AS TOR"

"@Alastor Dimitri? Are you here?"

On the side, I raise Fire Bunnies. Most people think it's just for little kids, on account of just how cute those Fire Bunnies can be. But I find great solace tending my fire-proof hutches, stroking the bunnies with my asbestos gloves. And in the pantheon of Dark 4-H Animal Husbandry, who'd want to raise Skunk-chickens? Or Spiny Death Horses? The Fire Bunnies are where it's at.

So I'm at the Psychic Feed n' Seed, picking up a 30lb sack of Fire Bunny Chow, and noticed a flyer for the Teen Building Workshop. "Build a Teen!" "All materials supplied!" "Teens Guaranteed!" And I thought heck, that's something I've never done. So I'm planning on attending this upcoming workshop. I'm going to build a teen.

But not just any teen. I'm going to build an @Alastor Dimitri.

My new roomba is haunted! Ha ha ha of course not JOKE!!! But it is acting up a lot.

I found it outside in the grassy strip between the dorms (what do you call that area??!) and it looked kind of sick, and hungry. It wasn't very heavy so I carried it in and it had just a little bit of life in its tiny arms and legs and when I put it on its back it waved them in the air like a beetle!

It has a little jack in the back and my cell phone charger fit so I let it charge up over night. The next day it was full of life and skittering across the floor on all fours and sucking up dust bunnies and dirt and I thought "Great! Free roomba!" so I left it all day when I was at class. But when I got back it had torn all the carpet off the floors and eaten the upholstery off the couches. "Bad! Bad roomba!" I said but it just ran under the bed and is burning cuss words into the baseboard with its laser eye I think.

@Mr. Hazeldell I was in your psychic engineering class last quarter is this something that you think you could help me out with? Thanks!!