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“Nineteen, full erectus maximus sir.” “Thank you.” “Next!” “Do I have to say it?” “If you want some nice results I guess so. D’you want to jeopardize it all?” “Uhh well, I guess not… twelve centimeters” he whispered softly. “Well, that wasn’t so hard after all, was it?”
Minutes passed, hours passed, days passed, months passed, years pass… well what was I saying? It took damned long. So many men all for some shitty thermodynamics course? What was the establishment of today thinking? Shitting them around by Times reporters or crappy CNN coverage of today’s shithole: the world. Finally The Tuitor of the five (named Ted for the sake of simplicity) stepped forward in the Dark room. “Gentlemen take a seat and I will enlighten you about the Boltzmann way.” |