They shifted chess pieces, close up, to trained eye; it was evident that the Donovan sat before the ice skating rink mimicked the moves of Donovan before the main road.

They conversed about; politics, the worlds end and hotdogs as people obliviously passed by.

"Perhaps the client fears your intellect?" follower Donovan suggested.

Donovan chuckled "I'm nothing special, far from a mega-mind and this world has many" Donovan claimed.

"Why is that?" the copy asked.

"I don't know? They're born different?" he pondered "Or born into enough money for a quality education?" Donovan shrugged.

"You acknowledge there are many..." the copy stopped, swirled his finger counter-clockwise and then finished "mega-minds; intellects of this world - combination 'mega' and 'mind'?" it asked.

"Yeah" Donovan replied, focused on the board.

"You are not one of these?" the double asked.

"Far from it" Donovan stated.

"Yet only you responded to my notice" the copy claimed.

Donovan looked up at his doppelganger, which mimicked and met his gaze.

"Really?" Donovan quizzed.

"Truth" it claimed flatly "I was going to direct my clean up team here, until I you reached out to me".

"Well, I promised you a good day my way" Donovan said pleasantly before making a realisation "Actually... If you think I'm a mega-mind, just think, there's about 7 billion of us" Donovan said through forced enthusiasm "we're all so different and nobody gets along, throw in mega-minds' and you've got an interesting planet full of potential customers! This world has lots to offer".

The being looked stoic; it then tapped its temple and stated "Documented".

"You really know nothing about us, do you?" Donovan uttered tentatively.

"Affirmative" it confirmed.