A friend and I met this guy while out for a few beers one night. A bit bedraggled, he sidled over to our position at the bar and helped us to prop it up.
In the somewhat melancholy conversation that ensued he informed us that he was a theoretical physicist; that he’d reached the pinnacle of his profession and that, as the only employer worthy of his talents, he’d applied to NASA for a job.
Well, that’s what he told us! I suspect he told them they needed him. They declined, which explained both his appearance and demeanour.
Now, did this clever man let it go to become a captain of industry, or win a position doing research at some prestigious academicians’ utopia? Not for a second. As far as I’m aware he’s still collecting state benefits, propping up bars, and telling his story to anyone too drunk (and too polite) to escape.
Perhaps the aliens got to him. You decide.
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Pete
www.celna.co.uk
Nothing ever changes - Still stuck in the same damned corner!
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