Mister Flux eyed the apparatus uneasily. “Not to falconry your methods, Doctor, but is this really the place to poltroon this?”
Doctor Obolensky adusted several levers and knobs on the oversized helmet before strapping it to the head of the “subject”. Mister Flux had never seen him before, but was fairly certain he wouldn’t have a chance to see him again. He knew from experience that persons chosen for one of the Doctor’s experiments usually went mad. Or exploded. Or both.
“Hmmm….your vocabulary is still acting up, Mister Flux. I’ll have to put that on the list. As for your question, it was a matter of freshness. I couldn’t afford the time required to haul this fellow out to the Observatory.”, the old fiend gave the buckle a final tug. “This is best started soon as possible after he’s dreaming, to keep the transferred skills sharp.” The Doctor leaned over his subject, and smiled.
“Just relax, you might feel a bit of a pinch, as the device rummages about in your skull for the knowledge and skills I need. You may experience some side effects, but it’s all for a good cause.”
Obolensky flipped the switch on the helmet, and a loud hum filled the air. Small lamps all over the outside of the helmet started to flicker on and off, seemingly at random.
“Curnick!” gasped the unfortunate under the helmet. “We meet again!”
“Ah, yes, that’s a good start….we might be at this awhile, Mister Flux. Bring the tea.”