A Creative Essay written as assigned: "Creative Essay"

by Mike Irwin, Period 6 College Prep, 1 May 79

(Instructor Evaluations and marks: "True. It is creative!"; A-; typos and editorial comments on grammar and style not reproduced herein.

Creative Essay by mirwin

[It was/on?] a warm, lazy afternoon the day Alec finished polishing the mathematical concept for which he hoped to get his Master's Degree. The sky was free of any threatening signs which might have foreshadowed thing to come as Alec sprawled in the middle of the tall field of grass and admired the clear blue sky whenever he tired of concentrating upon the vital equations.

Deep in thought, oblivious to the myriads of ferocious insects hunting in the grass jungle all around him, Alec occasionlly scrawled an equation or its derivative in the pocket notebook he had brought for that purpose and turned the page; the notebook was now ready for the next equation [and?but?] he [never even?did not?] stir except for a few movements of his wrists. His train of thought unbroken, Alec continued his way through the maze in his quest for knowledge and, if the knowledge was valuable, riches.

Manipulating the equations around Heisenberg's uncertainty principal and trying to find a derivation which described why a spaceship should be there, say in orbit around a far star, instead of here in orbit around good old Sol[,?;?] Alec laughed aloud as he reached an absurdity. Still amused at a result which would make the universe disappear from the local region instead of the spaceship, {editor's comment: Vary the sentence structure} Alec started reviewing mentally the results which had led him to this ridiculous answer. [Ignoring/?/He ignored?] the twinges in the back of his mind and tranquilly pursued the error which, logically, had to be there.

[He/?/As Alec?] reviewed the equations [a/?/as a?] long unused portion of his brain became active. Almost, but not quite, atrophied from long neglect and lack of use, it prepared and waited impatiently for the nerve impulse it needed. Frustrated by his inability to find the error which led to the absurdity, Alec turned his thoughts to other things in the hope that a brief rest would allow him to come back later and spot his mistake. In an indirect fashion he was correct.

The item that had been at the back of his mind, suppressed while he concentrated on finding his mistake, now became perfectly clear. _Astonished_, Alec felt himself reach mentally and tried to suppress the urge far too late ...

POP!

The universe disappeared and Alec found himself suspended in a gray nothingness.

Too astonished by the enormous implications of what had happened to panic, Alec was still dumbfounded an eternity later when a disembodied voice spoke up.

"You nitwit!!" roared the voice. "You were supposed to be perfecting an inertialess drive, not superimposing your region of the universe upon the Rigellian sector. Now I have got to repair all this damage and I'll undoubtedly miss a few items; this is going to start another rash of UFO sightings. You are going to pay for this", threatened the voice ominously as it placed all the correct equations in Alec's mind and tampered with his memories.

Alec felt himself fading into oblivion and then ...

POP!

… he turned the corner and stood horrified at what had come into sight. Moving forward quietly but/and?not? quickly Alec stopped one of the NASA trucks.

"What is going on here?" asked Alec while feeling sick to his stomach.

"We are taking enough grass and insect samples to allow us to reproduce this field in one of the recreation domes of the moon colony," answered the driver conversationally. "Then these bulldozers are going to prepare this area this area for the shopping center that is going in."

"Oh," said Alec forlornly as he gazed upon the ruins. null null

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  1. said the technician as he picked up the last of the equipment, "What is going to happen to these domes now that the government is closing its research station?"
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nullnull"Private individuals buy them for salvage. Afterall, the colony is still here and the space is valuable. The recreation dome is already sold. Dr. Alec Smith bought it for a couple million dollars. Can you imagine paying millions for a field of grass?" asked the technician's supervisor.

"He made millions on that inertialess drive of his; he has so much money he doesn't know what todo with it all," answered the technician jealously.

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  1. strode out to the middle of the field and lay down to relax, and think if the mood overtook him. With an inner peace that he had not felt for years Alec lay surrounded by the tall grass and stared out at the starfilled sky; the dome remained unpolarized since the sun had set four days ago. Alec gave a little prayer of thanks that he had been so fortunate and began working on Heisenberg's uncertainty principle; something had always bothered him about that concept and he suddenly decided now was a good time to get to the bottom of that hunch.
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Not far away yet farther than one might think (no less than the fifth dimension/in the fifth dimension no less?) Lucifer rolled over uneasily in his sleep and then started wide awake.

"THIS IS SATAN, LUCIFER, AND YOU BETTER LISTEN CLOSE. I JUST GOT WORD FROM YOU KNOW WHO UPSTAIRS AND HE INFORMED ME HE IS GETTING MORE PRAYERS OF THANKS THAT CRIES OF MERCY FROM YOUR SECTOR OF HELL. YOU BETTER RECTIFY THIS INTOLERABLE STATE OF AFFAIRS WITHIN THE MILLENIUM OR ELSE."

"But boss you don't understand. I been going strictly by the book and nothing works on the Human race."

"NONSENSE. THROW IN A FEW MORE CORRUPT POLITICIANS AND WEALTHY CAPITALISTS. THAT ALWAYS WORKS. SATAN OUT."

Lucifer walked despairingly over to his gigamatic computer and confirmed his findings again. Corrupt politicians and Capitalists equals happiness while Idealists and goo intentions brought misery. He had used up the quota for idealists and the bureaucrats would not give him anymore.

POP!

Not only did he have this perverted race to deal with, he also had to retrieve his sector every time that clown found a piece of grass to lie down in. His relief found him huddled in a corner gibbering endlessly.

"Doomed, doomed, Doomed, ......

This time Alec went with his secotr of the Universe. Where it went nobody knew and heads rolled in the heavenly bureauracracy. Meanwhile, in far off pleasant grass fields …