Permamagnetic Man

He stalks the streets of San Fransisco. Men flee in fear! But they're drawn back again.

Is it animal magnetism? No. It's much worse than that.

It's the amazing... MONOPOLE MAN!

"Who ARE you?" asks a woman, swept along in his wake.

"I'm walking proof of the Grand Unified Theory of Physics!" he declaims, and points a finger. A telephone bends downward, swayed by his power. He climbs up it and leaps, pulled by his net magnetic charge to a nearby skyscraper. Teeth filings shake as he passes; magnetic memory quietly turns into a random mess of ones and zeroes. It's quite a mess!

Then a newcomer arrives. He's older; perhaps middle-aged. He reaches out his left hand and slowly, gradually, he lifts into the air, arriving above a balcony. He falls onto it. MONOPOLE MAN follows.

"Old man!" he taunts. "You're obsolete! Still following the cardinal rules - north and south! There's no time for you any more! The power of MONOPOLES is the power of the future!"

"I'm not quite out of it yet," says PERMAMAGNETIC MAN: quietly, determinedly. "And you're never too young to obey the rules."

They fight! Arms extended, they push against one another with magnetic waves. MONOPOLE MAN braces himself against the railing; PERMAMAGNETIC MAN uses his other arm to anchor himself to the building, with its opposite charge.

Then he makes a mistake. His oppositely-charged arm moves; and, pulled by MONOPOLE MAN, it keeps moving. He tries to stop it, but it's as useless as stopping the tide. He is physically swung about, and, now attracted, PERMAMAGNETIC MAN rockets into MONOPOLE MAN, pushing him off the balcony. Locked in a magnetic embrace, they fall toward the street, so far below; and, in kindness to our readers, this is where we end our tale, of the battle between reality and scientific fantasy, falling towards Castro Street.