Einstein Superstar Code 3 E-Book

George Hohbach

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Serie: Einstein Superstar Code
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 251

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

The Sci-Fi Action-Comedy Einstein Superstar Code 3 presents the mind-boggling, action-packed adventure initiated by the spectacular end of Einstein Superstar Code 2. Abe Crystal, a 17-year-old storyteller, math and video-game freak, and two video-game characters turned real, Ati, a young, good-looking, kick-ass warrior with special powers, and XH-Thyron, a husky, lion-like creature with super strength, must solve several age-old mysteries to save humanity and the cosmos. Why and how does Local Symmetry represent both Heaven and Earth? And how can the magical cosmic Gate hcg help them defeat the evil Pharaoh Seth Globaluth with his vicious army, who intend to abuse humanity and rule the universe? The novel contains background Information both on the groundbreaking, scientific discovery of Albert Einstein regarding the core role of Local Symmetry in Nature and holistic, eco-intelligent concepts like the circular economy. Additionally, the sheet music of the novel's pop song is included.

Leseprobe

“Based on our experiences so far, we have reason to be confident that nature is the realization of the simplest conceivable mathematical concept.”

Albert Einstein (On the Method of Theoretical Physics, 10 June 1933, Author translation)

“The relationship that eventually mattered most to Einstein’s legacy was symmetry.”

K.C. Cole

(The Simple Idea Behind Einstein’s Greatest Discoveries, Quanta Magazine, 26 June 2019)

“My religiosity consists of a humble admiration of the infinite superior spirit that reveals itself in the little that we can comprehend of the knowable world. That deeply emotional conviction of the presence of a superior reasoning power, which is revealed in the incomprehensible universe, forms my idea of God.”

Albert Einstein

(as quoted in Albert Einstein, the Human Side by Dukas and Hoffmann, p. 66, also see: Einstein Archives 48-380)

“The perspectives offered by symmetry (…) It is imperative that we try to give the nonscientific members of society, who, through democratic processes, make the final decisions, a better understanding of the key issues. In fact, our future depends upon it.” Leon M. Lederman & Christopher T. Hill (Symmetry and the Beautiful Universe, 2004, pp. 24-25)

“…Not the visible, but perishable matter is the real thing, the truth, reality (…) but the invisible, immortal spirit is the only truth (…) That way, the physicist, whose job it is to deal with matter, transitions from the realm of matter into the realm of the spirit. And thus, our mission comes to an end, and we need to pass on our research into the hand of philosophers.”

Max Planck

(Archiv zur Geschichte der Max-Planck-Gesellschaft, Abt. Ca, Rep. 11 Planck, Nr. 1797; Author translation)

“My views are near those of Spinoza: admiration for the beauty and belief in the logical simplicity of the order and harmony that we can grasp humbly and only imperfectly.”

Albert Einstein

(as quoted in Albert Einstein, Creator and Rebel by Hoffmann, p. 95, also see: Einstein Archives 58-461)

“... the process of (…) literally transforming mind into matter. Emotions are the nexus between matter and mind, going back and forth between the two and influencing both.”

Candace Pert

(Molecules of Emotion, 1997, p. 189, note: bold Author)

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”

Albert Einstein

(What I believe; Forum and Century 84; October 1930, No.4, 194-194, note: bold Author)

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“Einstein Superstar Code 3 - Gate hcg is a contemporary, inventive, humorous, insightful sci-fi adventure that creates a fun way of learning and understanding local symmetry (…) George Hohbach did an incredible job (….) This book will be enjoyed by children and adults, especially teenagers, who will like the fast pace of the plot and the creative settings, as well as the witty and relatable characters.”

Readers' Favorite® 5-Star Review

“Author George Hohbach seamlessly combines science, mythology, and adventure into a gripping and interesting narrative that offers an exhilarating reading experience for young minds fascinated by science (…) Overall, Einstein Superstar Code 3 - Gate hcg: Exit of the Death Zone is a highly recommended read for fans of the existing series, and I’d also recommend the series in general for bright young minds everywhere to enjoy.”

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Contents

PART 1 THE NOVEL

EINSTEIN SUPERSTAR CODE 3 GATE hcg EXIT OF THE DEATH ZONE

A Word about Local Symmetry

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue:

OUR AGE OF FREEDOM

The Pop Song to the Novel

PART 2 BACKGROUND INFORMATION

1. EINSTEIN’S SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERIES REGARDING LOCAL SYMMETRY’S CORE ROLE IN NATURE

Local Symmetry is Simple

Examples of Local Symmetry

Quantum Mechanics

Energy

The Equivalence Principle

Gravity

Spacetime

Locally Symmetric Laws

The Atom

2. LOCAL SYMMETRY: CONSCIOUSNESS & KABBALAH

Consciousness

Kabbalah

3. LOCAL SYMMETRY AS NATURE’S CIRCULAR, BALANCED UNITY-NETWORK

Examples of Eco-Intelligent Initiatives & Communities

Local Symmetry & Politics

The Circular Economy

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

“…there is only one word which really solves the whole puzzle in all its forms.”

Albert Einstein

(Out of My Later Years, a collection of essays by Albert Einstein, 1995, p. →)

A WORD ABOUT LOCAL SYMMETRY

The Core Theme of this Sci-Fi Action-Comedy Novel

When a physicist speaks of LOCAL SYMMETRY, he, or she, is referring to:

the

primary feature of the Cosmos (Nature)

, with its myriad of scientific synonyms, such as:

Sameness (continuously being identical), like that of

the local, dynamic laws of Nature that are the same (symmetric) everywhere and all the time.

Equivalence (being equal), like

the local equivalence of BEING AT REST and ANY KIND OF MOTION in Nature

Invariance (no change, staying unchanged):

like the locally symmetric laws of Nature

Covariance (independence of the used coordinate system to describe Nature’s local laws)

Constancy, like:

the smallest

constant

unit of action (energy), the quantum of action (like a photon)

the

constant

lightspeed in vacuum (as a locally, dynamic, symmetric law of Nature)

Conservation (staying the same), like

the conserved, total amount of energy of an isolated system

Balance, Harmony, the EQUAL SIGN

Unity, Wholeness, Simplicity, Elegance, Beauty

The Circle, Circularity

Most people think of symmetry only as reflection symmetry, like the sameness of two butterfly wings.

In physics (Nature), however, as the above examples illustrate, symmetry is a much broader, or general term, and thanks to Albert Einstein, LOCAL SYMMETRY is considered to be Nature’s amazingly simple and beautiful, all-underpinning core principle.

The simplest statement, the all-encompassing mathematical CODE, expressing Nature’s core, Local Symmetry, is this:

1=2

TWO aspects (#1 & #2) are identical in this simple, general, mathematical relationship of sameness. This can be, e.g., the two identical wings of a butterfly, or the sameness between being at rest(#1) and any kind of motion (#2), or that a local, dynamic law of nature (like lightspeed c) is the same in two locations or two moments. It can also mean that two identical aspects can trade places in the most symmetric form: the circle.

…SOMEWHERE, IN A UNIVERSE CALLED ESC 3 REALITY, NOT SO LONG AGO…

CHAPTER 1

“What kinda ice cream flavor would you like, young lady?” the old man said, smiling at the adorable little Monica from his ice cream truck.

It was a beautiful summer morning. The sun had risen over the Philadelphia suburb a short while ago and was now coloring the trees and houses with a golden glimmer. Monica, who had turned six yesterday, was out on the street alone, wearing her fancy pink dress and white sneakers. She was trying out her new green bike which she had gotten as a present.

While she had been riding up and down the empty road in front of her parents’ house, where both were still sleeping, an old-fashioned red ice cream truck pulled up and parked next to the curb.

The vendor, an old man looking a bit like Santa Claus’s twin brother with white hair and a long white beard, rang a bell. The lovely sound, together with the huge picture of a cone filled with delicious scoops of ice cream, had caused Monica to steer her bike right up to the red truck.

Now, she was standing in front of all the boxes containing the most amazingly sweet flavors of her favorite concept of food. Super yummy, soft ice cream.

“So, what kinda ice cream flavor would you like?” the old man asked again. “Let me guess, you are a strawberry-meets-chocolate-taste-kinda gal?”

“Hmm,” Monica sighed. She was overwhelmed by all the many flavors she was contemplating on this small counter. There seemed to be an infinite number.

The single, one-is-all flavors, presented the simple joys of the ice cream universe, like Vanilla, Watermelon, or Butterscotch.

Then, there was a second row of containers, shining with the tasty colors of the two-as-one flavors, a single flavor made of different parts. She read wonderful names like Apple Crumble, Banana Cream Pie, and Chocolate Cheesecake.

And then, of course, came the third row of boxes, the home of the all-is-one flavors. This category stood for the sparkling combination of several taste sensations, like Raspberry and White Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Marshmallow, Cookies and Brownies, or Praline and Toffee.

“Don’t overthink it, Missy,” the old man chuckled. “After all, in every box and in every moment, it’s just one thing you’re looking at. It’s all ice cream.”

Finally, Monica’s eyes came to rest on one last box. It was hidden in the corner of the counter. An old sign with large, golden letters on it read,

ALL 3 KINDS OF FLAVORS

“That one!” Monica whispered with glowing eyes and pointed at the magic container.

Suddenly a spheric, beautiful sound could be heard, and a soft female voice said,

“If you chose the flavor right,

You will see a golden light.”

“Interesting choice,” the vendor said, before Monica could start wondering about the origin of the angel-like voice.

The old man took a golden spoon and bent toward the chosen ice cream box. Monica followed his every move. She was so excited about this taste of all three kinds of flavors together. She had never ever heard of such an ice cream.

“Oh, too bad,” the old man sighed, “the container is totally empty. I guess, young lady, you’ll have to pick a different kind.”

“No!” Monica replied with a firm voice. “I’ll have the all-3-kinds-of-flavors ice cream.”

“Hmm. Even more interesting choice,” the vendor reckoned. He winked at Monica, and with his golden spoon, he reached into the empty box. A sparkling light emerged with small shining stars. The gorgeous spheric music could be heard again. When the man took the spoon from the empty container, Monica saw it held a full scoop of radiating, golden ice cream. The super magic kind, that is, with a silky texture.

She could feel her heart beating and jumping about from sudden joy. GOLDEN ICE CREAM?! WHOA-HOW?!

Gently, the old man placed the most special of flavors into a cone, which instantly began to glimmer with a mystical, golden light.

“Here you go, angel,” he said and handed Monica the most amazing treat.

“Thanks,” she said with a dreamy voice and rolled her big blue eyes. “How much?”

“This aroma is free,” the happy vendor smiled. “I’m amazed that you could spot this special ice cream flavor box with the unified, all-encompassing essence of all essences.”

“Guess, I’m just a very special girl.” Monica giggled.

“Oh, yes, you are! Enjoy the whole world of wonders in all infinite flavors as one.”

Slowly Monica moved the radiating ice cream sensation towards her mouth. The scent of that flavor alone was beyond words. Perfect balance and harmony of all kinds of tastes, that was for sure. Just when Monica wanted to touch the precious ice cream carefully with the tip of her tongue to savor the heavenly zest, loud rap music came blasting through the air.

Monica almost dropped the cone, so shocked was she by this hammering sound that literally cut through the beautiful morning air.

A monster truck stopped with screeching tires, right in front of Monica and the magical ice cream truck, while the engines were forced to roar loud, even louder and even much louder. The fumes from the exhaust pipe smelled just awful.

“HEY! YO!” the three dudes and the driver yelled over the echoing, revving engine.

“YO, pops! What’s that freaking golden ice cream that girl is having. We want one, too. But lots of it. You hear us!”

Monica was instantly scared by all this. The evil looking black monster truck with the red, bursting flame painted on it. The four awful looking guys inside the truck, who looked like gang members of the worst kind. She had never seen them here before. With fear in her eyes, she looked over to the old ice cream vendor, who seemed, to her surprise, pretty calm.

“Sorry, chaps. But she got the last scoop of that flavor. The box is empty, boys.” He held up the container to demonstrate to the four knuckleheads what empty meant.

Angrily, the driver honked and made the engine screech.

“Did that old bloke just call us `boys´?” one of the idiots in the monster truck yelled.

“I think he did!” another dumbbell confirmed.

“Oh, darn!” Monica whispered. She could feel angry tension rising all around.

“Sorry, fellows,” the old man said and sniffed briefly, “I should have known. Only your Mommy is allowed to call you shit-crazy kids `boys´, when she tucks you in at night, you bed-wetter’s.”

“WHAT?!” the four husky dudes shouted in rage and took out their pump guns. Monica screamed.

“Shut up! Or we’ll blow your little round head off doll!”

“You, old-timer! You picked the wrong gang to make fun of. You’re gonna pay. Either you get us this golden ice cream, or we’ll put a lot of holes in your ice-cream doll!”

“Guys, seriously,” the old man countered with great poise. “You do not want to open that door any further. The reality that awaits you is beyond even what your stupidity wants to encounter! I warn you, I never travel alone!”

The four boneheads laughed maliciously at the words of the ice cream vendor.

“So, soon-to-be-shot-to-hell grandpa, who are you travelling with? Your three-legged, blind poodle?” Again, they gang-laughed hard to demonstrate their testosterone-driven brotherhood of brainlessness.

With a loud thud, someone suddenly jumped onto the top of the ice cream truck. Except for the ice cream vendor, this appearance out of thin air caught everyone else by total surprise.

“What the hell!” one of the dudes yelled.

On top of the van, stood a young, good-looking woman. Her soft, impeccable skin was beautifully dark, her hair glistening purple, and she wore a shimmering light-blue, tight body suit.

Monica stared at the strange woman, with her mouth wide open. Her heart was beating wildly now. Then she glanced over to the gang in the monster truck.

“You better hop right back to where you came from, chicklet, or we’re gonna put a lot of lead into you, too!”

“You wish, you drooling babies!” the mystical lady replied, staring the gang members right into their confused eyes.

This was just too much eye contact for these nitwits. So, they started firing their pump guns at the woman, but she moved so fast, like lightning, that none of the bullets hit her.

“Told you, this is not your lucky day, wackos” the old man laughed. “This,” and he pointed upwards, “is Ati, your living, pain-dispensing nightmare on this beautiful summer morning.”

“What? What?” the four morons gasped, as if they had collectively hit a giant panic button.

“You are dead meat, numbnuts! You’d better start crying now, before I crush you,” Ati, the magic woman on top of the ice cream truck, growled.

In total panic, the four dudes pointed their fire arms at Monica.

“One stupid move on your part, freak-lady on the van, and that little brat here is history, big time, like really, bad, big time. You get that!”

“You almost say it, like you mean it, douchebags!” the woman laughed, and the monster truck began to rattle and shake heavily.

Losing their miniscule minds, the four wannabe heroes, fired their guns directly at Monica. She screamed in fear, assuming she would drop dead in a split second. But the radiating golden ice cream stopped the incoming bullets with its light, and then turned them into colorful ice cream toppings.

“Awesome!” said Monica, smiling nervously at the scared looking gangsters in the truck. “This is my kinda ice cream!”

“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!” the driver of the shaking monster vehicle yelled. “We are too cool, senselessly brutal and super great, like our truck!”

“No, you’re not,” Ati hissed. “You are just full of shit. And now, dum-dums, I’m gonna beat the total shit out of you, so bad, you wish you’d never been born!”

With a flash-like whoosh she jumped from the ice cream van over onto the monster truck and started to slam her fist through the roof. She grabbed one of the screaming men and slammed his head against the headrest so hard, he zeroed out instantly. Desperately, the other men tried to exit the car, while shooting bullets through the roof to kill Ati. But the doors didn’t open, and Ati easily dodged the bullets with her lightning-speed moves.

“Now, the rest of you losers will also experience the ultimate, mighty headache-endgame finale!”

“STOP!” Abe Crystal yelled.

The entire class looked at their enraged fellow classmate, the A-student, the super-smart nerd with the red hair and little red beard, his goatee, hanging down from his chin, who also always wore red clothes, but never said much.

“STOP!” Abe shouted again.

“Dude, chill!” hissed his chubby friend Eddi, from the desk next to him.

Both Dr. Snyder, the English literature class teacher, and Mara, the most beautiful of all girls (according to Abe) at BLUE PISCES High School also stared at Abe in total bewilderment.

“Excuse me!?” said Mara, who stood in front of the entire class at a speaker’s desk. “I am presenting my short story here, in case you haven’t noticed, and that means that other people don’t just randomly yell `STOP´ because they feel like it.”

“Yeah, Abe,” Dr. Snyder added and got up from behind his desk, “what’s gotten into you?! If you have something to say, or urgently need to visit the bathroom, at least raise your hand. As a senior, you should know that by now.”

Dr. Snyder was getting into his annoying, severe adult lecture mode, “Besides, the topic of the short stories that you have all prepared is to explore how you, as senior students, could use the art of storytelling to convey to younger children, what is important for a constructive community life.

To interrupt a fellow student, the way you did, like you were yelling for a cab in New York City in the middle of the night after you committed a bank robbery and were looking for an escape vehicle, which you apparently forgot to organize in advance…,” Dr. Snyder paused and the entire class sighed, as all knew he had once again lost track of what he had actually wanted to say.

“Um, where was I, respectively, what profound, life-changing insights was I gonna impart...”

“That a certain nerdy student should not spontaneously yell, when I am reading my short story to the class!” Mara explained.

“Exactly. That is, in short, the point. And my metaphorical excursion into how not to execute a bank robbery in New York city in the middle of the night, probably a rather chilly, foggy late September night, should have made that point even clearer.”

To add emphasis to his words of wisdom, Dr. Snyder cleared his throat very loudly and then, adding a dramatic pause, he looked around the entire class with his eyes beaming over the edge of his small round glasses. He always wore his glasses sitting on the tip of the nose to visually underscore his mindboggling literary intellect. In addition, he wanted to remind everyone that not only was he the eloquent Principal of this high school, but that his resume also included years of experience in local, socially relevant theater productions. One that albeit, accidentally, was mentioned on national television when a lightning strike set the town’s theater on fire.

“Abe Crystal, your abruptly uttered outburst of, of…words, actually, it was just one word, but said twice, so it was mathematically two identical words, or words to be succinct, um, well, it is, uh, it is, well, most unacceptable and certainly not setting a positive example for community-life friendly behavior. So, what do you have to say for yourself, young man!”

“Uhhh…” Abe was just feeling numb right now. He gulped. What had gotten over him? How could he have yelled at the “most liked and most attractive girl”, not only as officially stated in the previous school yearbook when she was home-coming queen, but also, for sure, in the entire universe?! Her beautiful dark skin, her heavenly blue eyes, her soft pink lips, her smell of billions of roses, and her unparalleled, purple-dyed hair, which always shimmered in a magical light.

“Pfwrxstmystorhmsmss” Abe whispered.

Eddi, his buddy, sighed again. “Dude, say something that resembles words. You’re not coming across as a winner right now.”

“What was that?” Dr. Synder asked, cupping his right hand behind his right ear to highlight, via sign/body language, which is very important in film and theater to keep the audience engaged, that he had genuine trouble understanding Abe.

“She read MY STORY!” Abe gasped.

“WHAT?!” Mara exclaimed.

“Yeah, verbatim!” Abe held his iPad up in the air, pointing at the screen that displayed the text of his story.

“Ohhh!” several classmates hissed, as they could sense drama and trouble ahead.

“Are you mad?!” Mara shouted back, and Dr. Snyder suddenly felt he was no longer in his English literature class, but in his drama class directing a scene of a soon-to-be, expensively divorced couple.

“Yeah, are you?!” Eddi repeated quietly, shaking his head while he looked at Abe. What had gotten into him?

“No,” Abe insisted. “Every word you said, every sentence you read, exactly matches what I wrote.”

“You know that is not possible, Abe, unless one of you copied the other one’s manuscript,” Dr. Synder remarked.

“Uh-hu, exactly!” Abe confirmed.

Now Mara was getting furious as she sensed that Abe’s “Uh-hu, exactly” had implied that she had stolen his story.

“Are you suggesting that..."

“…you stole my story,” Abe finished Mara’s sentence.

Several students cheered and applauded, as the drama was getting more and more Shakespearean.

“LIAR!” Mara shouted and severe anger was now radiating from her previously heavenly eyes.

“Abe! Seriously. Remember, you’re madly in love with that girl. That’s not the right approach to secure a date with her, ever!” Eddi had a bad feeling about how current history was unfolding in front of him.

“You two, in my principal’s office. Right now. Class is dismissed!” With a stern look, Dr. Synder swiftly turned on the spot, an ability only professional actors have, and stormed out of the classroom hitting a trashcan along the way. He stumbled and from inside the classroom everyone heard the crash followed by well-articulated cursing.

Eddi shook his head. “If you weren’t the smartest kid in town, Abe, I’d advise you to excuse your episode of accusing Mara as having had a moment of clear insanity.” Eddi put his stuff into his backpack.

“But it’s true, Eddi. She read my story!” Abe said as they were heading for the exit.

“You do know that Mara looks a million times hotter than you. So, who do you think Dr. Snyder is going to believe?”

“Why would I, the smart nerd, have to steal a story from her, huh? That’s not logical. She’s not the brightest of all the beautiful girls I’ve never dated.”

“Abe, forget logic. She is cosmically good-looking and way out of your league and of Dr. Snyder’s. The moment Mara enters the principal’s office, Dr. Synder will forget you exist. Plus, as he said this morning, he has tooth ache. So, all the negativity that comes with that and the fear of having to see his dentist, will be projected onto you, whilst Mara will be the most inspiring sensation that ever sat in his office. Believe me, you’re sailing on the sinking Titanic in a shitstorm of cosmic proportions.”

“Thanks, buddy. Just never think of becoming a motivational speaker. You clearly stink at it!”

Five minutes later, Mara and Abe were sitting in front of Dr. Snyder’s large desk in his lavishly decorated principal’s office. His love of Shakespeare was obvious. Everything hanging on his walls or displayed on his shelves, had something to do with the great playwright’s dramas, from swords, garments, photos of castles, wigs to weird looking insects. Here and there, his collection of Shakespeare memorabilia, which to most uninitiated people looked like a bizarre insider’s joke, was interspersed with some hero-factor images and snack-size (small) action-figures from double-danger movies like Star Wars, or the Naked Gun. This made most visitors to Dr. Snyder’s office wonder even more about the interior decoration.

“Okay. We are going to deal with this in a civilized adult fashion.”

“I don’t think, I should even be here!” Mara blurted in an angry voice that made it clear she didn’t care for the adult-way of civil problem solving. “The hero in this story is clearly based on me. She looks like me! She talks like me. Why would he write a story with me as one of the protagonists. He’s such a snob, and `Oh, I am so much smarter than everybody else´ He’d never include me, the dumb future supermodel in his tales. No way! So clearly, this is my story!”

“Well, um, yeah. While the adult way of crises management is not to yell right away, Mara, you do have a point. You could be a supermodel in the future, rich, famous, and most likely not single. Whilst Abe here, who is, indeed, one of our best students, could also have a bright, sexy…I mean, stellar career, such as a theoretical astrophysicist who wins a Nobel Prize. Even I, could surprisingly, be discovered by a top agent, who strikes a movie deal for me to direct a modern version of Hamlet in a far-away galaxy with one of the great Hollywood studios. Um, uh, what I am trying to say is, we could all have exciting futures ahead of us if we solve this issue here in a dignified manner. So, Mara, would you like to add something.”

“Hey!” Abe interrupted. “She just gave a speech. Shouldn’t it now be my turn to get a chance to set things straight in a civilized way?”

“Ouch!” Dr. Snyder moaned and touched his right cheek. “This tooth ache is killing me, and at four this afternoon I have a dentist appointment. I really hate that. It interferes totally with my rehearsal for the new play. But my wife insists that I see the dentist today. And since she is the gun-toting police chief in town, I felt I

should comply.” Angrily, he looked at Abe, who could sense that Eddi had been right. At this moment, Dr. Snyder, was not even close to lending him an impartial ear.

Abe sighed silently, with deep insight. He glanced over to Mara. How wonderful it would be if they were a couple. Instead of sitting here in the principal’s office surrounded by crazy decorations, that 99% of the time existed only to collect dust and attract moths, they could sit in a fancy restaurant, or in a movie theater where they could make out big time. But instead, he had to pull the nuclear option on Mara, the dream girl of his life, to get himself out of this predicament.

“Sir, Dr. Snyder. I can prove to you, that this is my story.”

“WHAT?!” Mara interrupted.

Abe opened a word file on his notebook and handed it to Dr. Snyder.

“As you can see, the file here has a date from last week, when I came up with a first draft for the story. As you can see in my notes, the reason I chose these images of the ice cream cone and the magic ice cream flavor, was to symbolically present Albert Einstein’s findings which explain local symmetry is Nature’s core principle. Local Symmetry means unity, sameness, harmony. So, the universe starts out in a highly symmetric, that is harmonious, and very small, as is a local point of energy. That is the pointed tip of the cone. Then the universe expands, which is represented by the widening of the cone. The invisible ice cream flavor represents Local Symmetry, as the immaterial, central concept of Nature, that is, the cosmos, present everywhere and all the time, to make all, a balanced, harmonious whole. The magical flavor of the ice cream, that can bring enlightenment to a community and society as a whole, to make the world a better place.” Abe paused, and like a lawyer who wanted the jury to grasp the winning clarity and brilliance of his argument, he paused a little longer.

“This is, indeed, a very sophisticated statement, Abe,” Dr. Snyder conceded in order not to appear stupid, which would be worse than, say, losing his pants in front of the entire class, which had once happened due to a prank which students had pulled on him. In order to avoid appearing stupid, he was even willing to suppress the pain from his aching tooth, as well as his dramatic inner conflict of having to go to the dentist at four pm. He would rather have gone to rehearse the new play about a single man trapped in a small dark room, together with only a piece of smelly old cheese and a rat.

“I don’t want to be rude,” Abe continued, sensing that he had momentum on his side again, “but since Mara mentioned that I am in any case, a snobbish nerd, I think I am entitled to point out that both the date of the file and the scientific and social meaning that I gave the story, clearly demonstrates that Mara cannot be the author of that tale.”

Suddenly it felt like time had stopped. Only Abe could move in this magical situation, and he saw Eddi standing right next to him yelling “Are you totally out of your mind. To tell Mara you think she’s stupid!”

“First of all, she implied that I am smarter than she is. So now that she hates me for eternity, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“Oh, boy. You have no idea, Abe. The next few minutes will be the most advanced shit you’ve ever experienced. On top of that, you’re putting me in a pickle, so I’ll probably have to interfere to end the cosmic disaster that will unfold in about two seconds.”

“What are you talking about, Eddi? You make no freaking sense.”

“You’ll see, and that is right now!”