Technology

Granted, you now can no longer know the momentum. But it's all you can think about. You eagerly dive deeply into Heisenberg's detractors, desperate to find a solution. For months you learn more about the quantum world than you ever wished to in multiple lifetimes. It starts to bleed over into your everyday life. You start doing the mental calculus to make sure everything you order when eating out comes to $33.13 just so you have an excuse to tip Planck's constant. Your sex life begins to suffer as you try to argue "it's both engorged and flaccid!" As you contort your penis and/or labia majora into a roughly sinusoidal wave function. No one at work cares about your ramblings about how no two customers can share the same account because of the Pauli diversification principle.

But then it happens, you finally understand. Something about the unintuitive has become nothing more than simply logical to you.

At first the understanding was enough.

Then you became restless.

How could you put this knowledge into actionable good for the world?

It starts slowly. You first notice the street lights while driving. Not lit ones turning off, but blinking and burnt ones suddenly start to grow bright as if they were replaced in those femtoseconds it took your neurons to notice the change.

You begin to wonder what else you can possibly manipulate.

While in this magnanimous day dream, you begin to see yourself not entirely unlike the fictional Dr. Manhattan. You see yourself bringing peace and prosperity to the world.

Could you create such a future? Are you capable of resisting the inevitable intoxicating draw that kinda power would grant you?

Your thoughts are suddenly silenced for the first time in years as you are blind sided by a semi truck cause you ran a red light lost in your day dream.

(That is the end, this next part is purely because of my brain rotted Internet addiction. And yes, it is an homage to ShittyMorph)

Your conscious still exist. This isn't the movies where you drift away from your corporeal form, witnessing your last violent moments. No, this is... peaceful. No clouds and pearly gates or fire, brimstone, and demon in the center of a frozen lake. No, this is less theatrical. You experience pastel shades of light blue, green, yellow. They start to form blurry shapes. The indistinct shapes begin to gain form. Things are beginning to sharpen. You see a metal box surrounded by flashing lights. Your thoughts return to your childhood. Like that time in 1998 when The Undertaker threw mankind off of hell in a cell 16 ft through the announcer's table

I love shit like that.

We have this incredibly expensive machine that was made by incredible engineers and scientists who spent an ungodly amount of hours on it. And their solution to some kind of problem with the machine, was to wrap a part in kitchengrade alu-foil, probably from the employee kitchen.