Knowledge is power

He was quiet for the rest of his breakfast. Amelia tried to strike up conversation, but he was far too entrenched in his thoughts to be considering the outside world. For now. He moved through the motions mechanically, food to mouth, chew, swallow. Take bowl to sink, wash, place on drying rack walk upstairs. When he came to, he found himself on his bed, clothed, but having done little else other than eat. He took to the bathroom, and quickly did his business, readying himself for the day. It was already nearing nine. He should be preparing to work at getting work. He had better ideas. Dressed, fed and hygienic, he headed out the door to put plans in motion. He headed straight back in to pick up his wallet. Now ready, with a quick check on possessions, he took off for the bus stop headed into town. A five-minute wait, a ten-minute trip, and he was there. The mall. A gathering off people he didn’t know, but more importantly didn’t know him. For all that he had been here before, for all that he had been to the shops and stores, he rarely paid attention to the people. Today would be the opposite. He was looking for people that caught his eye, people that were interesting enough to warrant a new condition. Something small. Something that wouldn’t cause a commotion if it didn’t work. Small tests. Work up to the larger things. A check around his vicinity, showed a few people of promise, ranging from young attractive people his own age, with whom a typical mans libido could think of a few terms, to older individuals, who could represent different approaches to many of the standardised encounters, or oven those who represented far more creative conditions that could nevertheless be entertaining.