Hatsville was not an easy place to get to, Carlos found out.
No commercial vehicle went in willingly, like boats or planes. Carlos had to
road trip there by himself in his car and set himself up in a very small and dingy motel at
the very edge of town, just across the bridge onto the island.
The readings were off the charts. Readings very similar to
things he had found in Night Vale… but never had he seen anything of this
level. The energy here was astounding, and he didn’t even know what it was!
Whatever it was, it was very, very old and very, very scientifically interesting.
Immediately he started asking questions. “What’s going on
here?” “Have you seen anything interesting?” “Who lives in that giant black hat
in the center of town?”
But all his questions were met with awkward glances, fearful
murmurs, and outright terrified stares. None of them were actual answers. But
he was a scientist – this didn’t deter him in the slightest! He was the very
definition of science: he didn’t know what was going on, but he was going to
find out!
The Perfect Scientist 