A man sits in the corner of a lonely coffee shop, quietly sipping his drink as he stares down at the messy collection of papers before him.
He tiredly runs a hand through his hair, wiping away a light layer of sweat as he shifts through his work.
Quite possibly the most important discovery in mankind's history and here he sits, preliminary ideas scattered across the table, hidden from prying eyes as his eyes move from page to page.
He can see the connections, where the different parts connect somehow, how it just
works.
If this works...
No.
I know this will, am I just afraid of the consequences of finding out?
He lets out a light chuckle as he stares down at the papers beneath him. His life's work, every little scrap of information he could gather, the
possibilities laid out before him.
He finishes his drink, gently setting the empty mug on an empty section of table.
He lets out a long breath, rubbing a weathered hand with another as he procrastinates on a decision already made.
I've gone too far to stop now, not when I'm so close.
He slides the front page of his discovery to the top of the pile, staring down at the title emblazoned across the top.
The Interaction of Reality and The Mind
"A treatise on the ability to manipulate the quantum layer of reality with nothing more than one's own willpower."
