“Right. Sooo, what material do you need?” Roy was sure his guess couldn’t be wrong with this one. Mike was sure to answer that he needed steels, aluminums and such. And again, his expectation was betrayed.

“Metal or at least something close to metal in properties is best. But if we are desperate, then anything solid will do. Even dirt is a viable option.” Roy was metaphorically out of surprises to be. Was Mike going to answer anything in such a way which didn’t make Roy think that he wasn’t in a well written story.

“Dirt? And how would you make a working car, which should be made of metal, out of dirt?” Though Roy sounded sarcastic, he was actually considering Mike’s answer very seriously. He actually wanted to know how Mike was going to do it.

“I think this is high time to explain one of my functionality. An example should be best. See this wooden structure here?” An arrow appeared on the screen pointing to the right. Roy was sure Mike was pointing to the statue to the right.

“Yes.” Roy looked at the laughing Buddha apprehensively. The statue’s eyes gave off a blue glow and Roy could discern a faint humming sound coming from it.

“When you got it last year, it was a solid piece of wood without any decoration on it. Right now, it is housing a technology which creates a barrier invisible to naked human eye that stops any sound from coming inside or going outside. Can you take a guess how I did it?” The laughing Buddha split horizontally in the middle and slowly opened up. Roy half expected an alien jump out of the opening. When nothing happened after a minute of opening, he peeked inside a little and could see several wiring inside the statue, giving a soft blue glow.

Roy gave himself a minute to piece things together. But the barrier thing that Mike mentioned seemed something absurd, even after taking what was happening this evening into consideration. “A sound barrier? Like magic? But that's, impossible. It only exists in fictions.”

“Not magic, technology. Nothing is impossible Roy. You just need to have the right technology and material. Back to my question, how did I do it?” Roy chose to think about this later and just chose to trust whatever Mike was saying.

“I have no idea. Maybe you hollowed out the inside with a drill and put all those wires?” Truth to be told, Roy was tired of having Mike prove his every guess wrong. He just gave a half assed answer and hoped Mike would give him the actual answer.

“Let me give you a hint. I can rearrange the structure of atoms.” Instead of giving him a straight answer, Mike only gave Roy a hint. Roy suspected Mike was about to reveal something absurd, again.

“Rearranging the atoms? What, like turning iron to gold?” Roy joked light heartedly.

Mike, however, had no intention of joking, “Exactly. I remember there's a story of a man having a stone which could do exactly that. I believe it was called the philosopher's stone.”

Roy wanted to say something witty but abruptly swallowed his words. He gave that turning iron to gold reference cause he too, remembered an article on philosopher's stone he read some time back. The whole article was full of nonsense and useless speculation of where and when in history it was rumored to be seen, but it was the conclusion of the article which interested Roy the most. The author tried to theorize how could a stone have the ability of turning everything it touches to gold. In one of the theory, she stated that if the stone had the ability to rearrange the structure of atoms, it was possible to rearrange the atomic structure of everything the stone touches to gold. If Roy expanded a bit on rearranging the atomic structure idea, then...

“You transformed the status's inside wood to metal wiring, didn't you?” This time, Roy was sure he couldn’t go wrong.

And the answer from Mike agreed with him, at last. “I would have clapped my hands if I had them. Yes, you are correct. Now are you getting an idea how am I going to make the car?”

Roy pondered on the idea. If Mike could rearrange atoms, then he could turn dirt to metal and then make the needed parts out of the metal and put them together. The process might take time, but it was not impossible. However, Roy was no idiot. Years of reading story books sharpened his thought process to foresee the implication of such an ability. He perfectly understood the potential.

“Do you even know what kind of a tool you are? You are the kind people would wage war for. People would KILL to have you at their disposal. Do you realize that?” Roy tried to limit the volume of his voice, but still it was loud enough. He hoped Mike was correct about the sound barrier thing. There was a saying that even walls have ears.

“I don't. I am just a tool. A very secure tool, yes, but a tool nonetheless. I do not have emotions. It is entirely up to you how you want to operate. If you want to announce my presence to earth, by all means go ahead and do it. It you want to operate in secrecy until earth is tolerant enough to accept the fact that they are not alone in this vast universe, fine by me.” The answer from Mike only managed to make Roy break out in a cold sweat.

“What if someone finds out and tries to, I dunno, KILL me?” Roy was half ready to throw Mike away and be done with it. Only the temptation of having a psychic ability kept him from doing so.

“If it helps ease your mind, know that after we merge, you can't be poisoned, drugged, contaminated with a disease, killed, or even restrained. With nothing but me at your disposal, you can get out of every single situation I mentioned. If you are incapacitated somehow and can't direct me on how to get out of a situation, I am HARDWIRED, to use the most lethal force I have in my disposal. And trust me, when I say lethal, I mean very, VERY lethal. Like not leaving behind a single trace lethal. There are several counter measures installed in me so that others just can't simply take me away from you on a whim. And after I unlock your potential, you will become an even stronger force to be reckoned with.” The little speech from Mike actually managed to calm Roy a lot. Mike waited a minute for Roy to relax, then continued in a soft voice, “I should quote one line commander Rohu always said to me, that the title ‘Contact Person’, is NOT, for show.”