This is one of my own favorite stories here on Fictionspawn Monsters. It’s about quantum mechanics, metaphysics and death. Reblogged today not to be forgotten, hope you enjoy it.
Roger came into the laboratory. He had had quite a hard time getting out of bed today, they had been working long days for weeks.
He was quantum physicist. He studied the smallest parts of the universe. Particles. Quarks and all that stuff. Complicated shit. He had been interested in physics all his life and quantum mechanics intrigued him like nothing else.
Sometimes his scientific knowledge fell into conflict with his religious views. He then went to church. Meditated. Prayed. And he got back on the right track again. One day, he said to himself. One day the pieces will fit.
He was working in one of the biggest laboratories in Science Are Us Corporation. He was in charge of a smaller section, and his crew, three of the finest scientists in the world, were doing their jobs perfectly. They were secretly working on a project on the possibility of…
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