"We think our destiny is to journey to Mars and beyond. Yet as we build our spacecraft, we're about to be broadsided - from a different direction - by the most explosive event in history.
Sometime in the future science will be able to create realities that we can't even begin to imagine. As we evolve, we'll be able to construct other information systems that correspond to other realities, universes based on logic completely different from ours and not based on space and time."
My Story
Arnie woke up that morning, and that was the start to a bad day. It was snowing outside and he dreaded having to shovel even more snow. He went down to the kitchen and threw some bread into the toaster, then delved into the refrigerator for eggs, butter, and hopefully there was some bacon left.
He took the egg carton and placed it on the counter top, removed two eggs, one from each end of the carton to keep it balanced. He hesitated for a second - was he hungry enough for three eggs? Nah. Two would be fine. He then returned the egg carton while removing a stick of butter from the butter keeper. Grabbing a knife from the silverware tray, he cut off a piece of butter... and it would help to have a frying pan ready, he cursed himself. He wasn't thinking in an organized fashion. While reaching up to the pan shelves, he felt the butter plop off the knife onto the kitchen floor. Damn.
He brought down the frying pan and placed it on the stove top. Then he bent down and grabbed the butter... or he tried to. It kept slipping out of his fingers. Damn, damn. He straightened up to get a paper towell and promptly slammed his head on the oven door handle. Damn, damn, damn!
Tearing off a paper towell in disgust, he was finally able to scrape the butter off of the floor and tossed it in the waste can. Moving over to the stove top, he again cut off a piece of butter and tossed it into the frying pan, turning the heat to medium to melt the butter.
It suddenly occured to him that the toast hadn't popped out yet. Had he missed it? He turned to the toaster, but the bread was still cooking. He got closer and leaned over peering on. Oh crap, it was black! What the- and then he remembered - he had set it higher to toast a bagel yesterday. He manually popped out the blackened toast and decided to give his damns! a rest. That was it. He was tired of this. Time for a switch.
He looked at the transuniversal shifter on his wrist, and tapped on the glass to clear the little screensaver with wiggly lines. Turning the time back ten minutes... wait, the snow outside looked like it was coming down really hard. He also shifted the reality setting by two per cent. A small change would be nice. Of course, it could backfire, but... here goes. He hit engage.
Arnie woke up that morning, and that was the start to a good day. It was sunny outside and the last of the snow was melting away. He went down to the kitchen and threw some bread into the toaster, adjusting the level switch from bagel back to bread, then delved into the refrigerator for eggs, butter, and hopefully there was some bacon left.
He took the egg carton and placed it on the counter top, removed three eggs, taking them from each end of the carton to keep it balanced. He was a little hungrier now. Next he got the frying pan down, and then returned the eggs to the fridge and removed the butter. Grabbing a knife from the silverware tray, he cut off a piece from the butter stick and carefully dropped it into the frying pan which he then set on medium heat. The toaster popped out the toast, perfetly done. Yep, now it was turning out to be a great day.
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Ah, I just found this site. Sorry for directing traffic to your other one.
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