The assignment for their science project was to demonstrate the law of gravity and document the effects. One boy filmed the other dropping bricks off the expressway overpass.
While I was falling, my last thoughts were of Dr. Morrow and his quest for a miracle cure. Now (as detached from life’s everyday struggles as one could be) the solution seemed obvious.
The greatest scientific breakthrough since the splitting of the atom. Too bad there’s no one around to talk about it anymore.
After decades of intensive data collection, analysis and research, scientists have concluded that there are precisely seven quadrillion, nine hundred and sixty-six trillion, five hundred and thirty-eight billion, one hundred and seventy-two million, two hundred and eighty-nine thousand, five hundred and fifty-four different paths a human being can choose to go down. So now I really must ask myself, out of all those paths, what the hell did I do to end up on this one?