In an alternate reality, running parallel to ours, Doc stood at the foot of the MINECON 2021 convention center. Nothing had spread back in 2019, and Minecraft’s popularity was on a decline. Despite this, Hermitcraft was still going strong.
A few fans of his came up to him for autographs, a few just stopped to say hi, but one fan in particular was… weird, to say the least.
He called himself DOC. Another like minded redstoner, and a computer scientist as his main gig. He seemed to be a nice enough guy, but the fact that he decided to bring an entire television to the convention was a bit strange. Even stranger, was when he tried to give the device to Doc himself.
“Yeah, I don’t really have a use for this old thing anymore,” DOC explained, patting the outer shell. “I bought a new telly last week, but I’d feel bad throwing him away.”
“Him?” Doc parroted.
“Yeah, he’s got a personality of his own,” he laughed lightheartedly, like Doc didn’t already know this was something nefarious. “Sometimes he’s a bit finicky. But I’ve tried to fix him up, best I could.”
Doc hummed, and crossed his arms in front of him. There wasn’t any way he’d be buying this thing, but if he could get DOC’s info, he might be able to get him banned from the convention if something went south. Worst case scenario, he could call the police. “Could you give me a way to contact you if he breaks?”
“Yeah sure, my discord ID is ‘D O C 7769’, with spaces between each of the letters. And he’s free. I can feel you judging me man, I know it’s against con rules to sell things if you’re not a vendor.”
The more this guy kept talking, the more Doc felt uneasy. “Okay? Well… I don’t mind taking him off your hands, um… Thanks man?”
“You’re welcome! And well, I’m just glad he’s got a good home now.”
DOC handed over the television, which wasn’t as heavy as he expected. Concerning.
“...Yeah. Well, I’ll be going then.”
“See you ‘round, Doc!”
Right. He’s going to have to tell security about this, won’t he?
