I Had A Question

So I sought an answer. I looked behind silos, underwater, between the lines of out-of-print taxonomy texts. I branded objects as “right” or “wrong.”

That January I met a mathematician who studied knots. Like rope I asked, no, like string theory he replied. Then I wanted to know which planets may harbor life on their moons. He shrugged. Beckoned the waitress. It started a morally inhospitable year.

I leveraged my concerns. I was humbled by saplings. I began ending sentences with “in today’s world.”In December I met a prophet. I had been inhaling incorrectly my entire life.

From Guest Contributor, Liv Lansdale

String Theory Adventures

Captain Zerxes watched as three Galactic Frigates closed in on their position. With the hyperdrive destroyed, escape at light speed was impossible.

"Incoming!" shouted Commander Bishop. Three Deuterium Torpedoes had locked onto their position.

“Prepare for impact,” the captain ordered.


“We’ll be destroyed for sure.”

Zerxes could at least take solace in his first officer’s death. He was always stating the obvious. It was very annoying.

“Don’t forget,” the captain lectured. “We may have failed in this timeline, but upon entering the worm hole we created multiple realities. We will succeed in at least one of them. It’s simple mathematics.”

Genre: Science Fiction