"Maybe we should just keep me out of sight and you can tell him that you have destroyed me with your ancestral silver athame or something."

"That sounds as good a plan as any. I might go with 'smashed the summoning apparatus with my baseball bat and this caused you to be unsummoned' though, that's more plausible than that I have an ancestral silver athame."

"I could make you a distinctly non-ancestral silver athame but you'd know better than I if this would a plausible implement make."

"It's more plausible to me, and this will affect my acting ability."

"Fair. So I let him come around while you drop him off with the cops - maybe I go with low safe doses of an amnestic too just for redundancy, and if he seems to remember I exist you tell him that I have stopped doing it."

"This is a good plan."

"Okay. I'll keep him down till we get where we're going, then. Are the zip ties plausible or should I replace them?"

"They're fine."

"All right. I will double-check my memory on amnestic drugs." Cam conjures an extremely futuristic computer-object. With no visible actions at all he zips around through file structures, finds what he's looking for, reads it, and remarks, "All right, trial dose of this one and see if he's allergic... aaaand he's not, good, I can nudge it up - and that should do it."

"Is that a future computer?"

"I think we've settled on the theory that it is merely an extradimensional computer. But yes, this is a very recent-model demonic computer."

"It's from a future! It's from farther ahead than this, anyway. It is futuristic."

"I will grant you that. Unfortunately, you cannot have one, because using it requires brain surgery."

"Yep, that would be prohibitive."

"I mean, not strictly, but you'd have a much harder time of it than a daeva. I just made the chip in place and if I want to get rid of it the process is disturbing but not dangerous."

"I'm not fond of the idea of introducing foreign matter to my brain. It's kind of the most important thing I have."

"Yeah. Speaking of the ongoing intactness of your brain, if after I've unleashed a hundred fifty years of medicine and terraformed at least one large sky rock and it's relatively lower in opportunity cost to determine if I can go to Hell and back - so to speak - if you summon me, or anyone else after this experiment yields its results, you may become a daeva when you die. I say may because of uncertainties about the interdimensionality but where I'm from it's quite consistent."

"If we can dismiss and resummon you successfully I want all of my friends and family to do it."

"That is an entirely reasonable response."

"I feel sort of vaguely cheated that if only one of us gets this it's Coma Guy."

"Yes, well, in exchange for this narratively inappropriate distribution of rewards: no malaria."

"A worthwhile tradeoff. This does not appease my irrational emotional center."

"Oh well. Would you also like a candy bar?"

"Yes, please!"

"Any requests?"