"Well, thanks, Lydia," said Tom. "I'm not really sure what to do with you right now, but I'm just gonna head on back to my place. Just take it easy, be careful, and--oh! Make sure to give me all A's for the semester!"
"Can do," said Lydia. "I was planning on it anyway. Oh, but wait, Mas--I mean, Tom. Sorry, that's gonna take some getting used to."
"Don't worry about it. What were you gonna say?"
"Could you hand me your phone? I want to give you my number in case you want to tell me to do something later on."
"Oh! Sure, thanks for reminding me, I wouldn't have thought of that." Tom pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to his professor. She tapped at the screen as she input her number into his contacts, then handed the phone back to Tom.
"I already have you number from the student roster," she said, "So I'll know it's you."
"Oh, cool," said Tom, not really sure if that was typical knowledge for a college professor to have, "So uh, I'll just go back home then."
"Take care, Tom!"
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Tom made it back to his apartment and sat down on his sofa. He marveled at what had just happened. His history professor was his personal plaything. Well, actually the whole world was his plaything at this point, but he still needed to see if he could really trust his powers at this point. He was pleased with how it filled in the gaps in why Dr. Larson let class out early, but he wasn't sure if his power would be consistently in his favor. He needed more tests to see what happened if he made some vague statements about the world.
As luck would have it, he had the perfect willing test subject. He picked up his phone tapped out a message to Dr. Larson.
"Hey, Liddy," he began, "You said you had gotten your hands on the Soviet mind-control serum, right? What about the other ones?" There was a brief pause, and Tom's phone vibrated.
"Other ones?" asked Dr. Larson.
"Yeah, I'm reading through a book--" Tom noticed that a book entitled Science and Serums of the Cold War had appeared on his desk "--and it says those mind-control serums were typically given to high-ranking government officials and agents as a sort of 'variety pack.' There were supposed to be serums with other effects as well in there. You got a variety pack with those serums, right?"
"Actually yeah," read Dr. Larson's text, "I've got them locked away in my personal archives. I'd have to check to see which ones I have."
"Do that," wrote Tom. "Check around to see if you find--"
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