An aspiring Plutomancer turns a nuisance into a threat. That’s the theory, at least.

Word is that there’s a Plutomancer at a major NYC brokerage firm who owns a fax machine that works the way idiots and children expect it to. Not to say that it’s easy to operate: quite the opposite, in fact.

No, this fax machine is unique because it actually transports paper from one office to another. Some say he constructed it himself by updating an ancient ritual; others say it happened by accident.

So far, the only thing it’s been able to teleport is office memos and ads for badly drawn office furniture. Once he figures out how to get dynamite through the thing, there’s going to be some major trouble in the financial market; supposedly, this is the same guy that almost (but not quite) devised a method of stabbing people over the phone in the mid-90’s.