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The Cause Way Strip Mall.

Midnight, with no clouds smothering the stars.

¡°Damien, what are we doing?¡± asked Benton.

¡°I¡¯ve been stuck in Machias my whole life. When I wake up, I get this feeling like some day I¡¯m going to do something that no one in the world has ever done before, and nobody will ever do it again. But I guess everyone probably feels that way. Do you?¡± replied Damien. Damien worked in construction. He was a carpenter¡¯s assistant. He made $8.50 an hour. He had never gone to college, hated to read, and loved to work on his car. He was almost, but not entirely like most 27 year old men who grew up and continued to live in Machias. Ironically, he would bring the human race into a new era of sophistication. It was midnight. Benton and Damien had just come out of Dunkin Donuts where they had consumed three thousand calories each. Instead of going back to the car, Damien led Benton across the parking lot, to the far end of the cause way.

¡°Would you believe I don’t? I¡¯m sorry, maybe I already asked this--but what are we doing here?¡± Benton asked, and sucked down half his coffee.

¡°I¡¯ve heard some cool stuff about this place, and it made me wonder if I should check it out. I¡¯ve been holding off on it so far because technically it¡¯s illegal to break into places, even if it¡¯s just to check it out. Then today I remembered I have the key.¡±

Benton and Damien now stood before the red double doors that were the entrance to Down East Nano Tech & Entertainment Development. The controlling forces on the board of directors had picked the name because they thought DENTED would be a popular name.

They were stupid.

Several years ago Damien was one of the workmen who built the Causeway. He happened to be the one who installed all the automatic locking doorknobs on the exterior doors. At one point, just as he was finishing up the front DENTED doorknob—model number HG111—he snuck off to have a smoke, away from his boss. Forty-five minutes later, when Damien came back to finish the job, it was fairly clear that he had taken slightly too long for break. Someone had thrown away the plastic packaging in which the doorknob came. The key was, probably, thrown away as well.

Having realized that he had just rendered the $560 knob completely useless, Damien promptly bought and installed a duplicate, making sure to keep close track of the key. Later that day, he found the original key, and thought it would be best to quietly keep it and the original knob. When he got home, Damien installed the it in his bathroom door. This, he thought, would stop his roommate, Benton, and him from, accidentally popping in on each other. The pop-ins were something that both were getting tired of.

As luck would have it, those two particular locks, as well as all other models HG111, used the same exact key. In response to all complaints regarding this issue, the manufacturer sent them new HG111 auto-lock doorknobs.

¡°Hey, that looks like our bathroom key!¡± said Benton

¡°Well, it is.¡±

¡°How come it works in this one too?¡±

¡°It¡¯s a long story,¡± Damien sighed, “but it hardly matters does it? They say there¡¯s a time machine in here! Do you have the slightest concept of what that means?¡±

¡°Man, you¡¯re such a fish,¡± suggested Benton.

¡°Whatever. All I know is I¡¯ve heard some stuff I can¡¯t explain unless it¡¯s true.¡±

¡°Like what?¡±

¡°Like if you know someone¡¯s going to go back, you can feel it.¡±

¡°What do you mean?¡±

¡°You can feel the change they make in history. And I felt it.¡±

To Benton this was the same as someone telling him they see ghosts. What are you supposed to do anyway, call them a liar? He just swallowed his first reaction. ¡°Ukay, let?
s think about this. Time is God¡¯s business, right? –“

¡°Hey, if you¡¯re about to say ‘if He wanted us mucking with it, He¡¯d have given us all the brains to rationalize the fourth dimension,¡± save your breath. That¡¯s what they said about flying, and driving, and building dugout canoes.¡±In fact, leading scientists had just rounded the bend on the tenth dimension, creating M-theory.

¡°I just think that some things weren¡¯t meant to be tampered with. Especially things that change what¡¯s already happened. Especially, especially things that make those kinds of changes without anyone knowing it. God¡¯s in control of everything, including time. Just let Him deal with it all.¡±

¡°No,¡± said Damien. ¡°If God¡¯s in control, and time travel is possible, then God made it possible, and He probably wants us to make the best of it. It¡¯s as simple as that.¡±

¡°Trust me, everything works according to God¡¯s timing.¡±

¡°No, you trust me! I know what time is, and I know what a waste it is. How can I have the job I have, and the life I have, and the friends I have--no offense--and call it all a good way to spend all that time?¡± Damien said, jabbing his finger at Benton.

¡°It all serves a purpose, don¡¯t you get it? God¡¯s in control, man.¡±

¡°Uk... then answer me this Bible man, why am I standing here in front of a time machine? If everything that¡¯s happened up to this point has a purpose, this must be it. If this is jumping on the big guy¡¯s toes a little bit, doesn¡¯t he want us to do it? Cause he¡¯s in control right? If he didn¡¯t want us here, how come we are?¡±

¡°You could say that about anything!¡± shouted Benton.

¡°Shhhhh! Keep it down a little,¡± Damien hissed as he unlocked the door. ¡°This is kind of on the illegal side. We don¡¯t need all the noise, and I don¡¯t need the hassle right now. I need to think; the security panel is here somewhere. I can never remember the code.¡±
¡°What! I’m—No way. I am not going in there. How did you get the code?¡±

¡°I was around when the guy installed it.¡±

¡°And he told you the code?¡±

¡°Yeah well, it was Joe.¡±

¡°Joe from jail?¡±

Joe had been arrested, convicted, and imprisoned for burglary two years ago. Now he was out and, with a false ID, installing security systems for high profile clients. He and Damien were friends.

¡°Yup,¡± Damien said with a grin. ¡°Good old cousin Joe. Now shut up and get in here. You know you want to.¡±He pulled Benton in by the shirt.

¡°You shouldn¡¯t hang around him. He¡¯s nothing but trouble and you know it.¡±The door clicked, and locked shut behind him.

¡°Don¡¯t even think about leaving. If anyone sees you, we¡¯re toast. Stick with me. I know the back way out.¡±

¡°Tell me.¡±

¡°I don¡¯t think so. You¡¯ll thank me later,¡± Damien whispered. ¡°You know you want to see this thing.¡±

Damien was done talking. He entered into the first office. ¡°You coming?¡±

¡°No.¡±

¡°Awe come on man, don¡¯t pretend to be so perfect. What¡¯s the point? You think God¡¯s watching you now and not all the other times you screw up? You make me laugh,¡±

Damien said, laughing. ¡°You¡¯re pathetic! Now come on!¡±

Benton walked away, determined to find the back way out.

Damien knew the floor plan well enough. Soon he found a peculiar white room with a sealed door. There had been significant alterations made to the room since he had seen it. Inside there was nothing but a telephone booth. That was particularly what made the room stand out.

Inside the booth Damien instinctively reached for the shelf under the phone and picked up the instruction manual. It was very thick, and promised to be entirely too much reading for what he wanted to do. All he wanted was to jump back a couple of seconds. Was that really so complicated?

This was an actual time machine--a time portal to be closer to right. There are several strict rules concerning time-space travel. One of the less obscure ones is that you can only go back a certain time-distance, and then return to the present. In the distant future scientists may get by the problem of not being able to jump into the non-existent future first, and then back to their normal space-time. For now, however, it is largely agreed to be impossible to go forward first because the future hasn¡¯t happened yet.

Therefore, it is completely reasonable for someone in the nonexistent future to jump into our present space-time. Which is exactly what happened next.

A tiny pop sound filled the space between the nucleus and electrons of every atom in the galaxy.

Damien blatted, which sounded like the sound a sheep makes.

Benton felt the unmistakable pinch that one only feels when the fabric of space-time is being poked through. He was all the way on the other side of the building when he felt it. He had never felt it before, but knew what it was because he expected it.

Someone materialized, rather suddenly inside the phone booth in almost the same spot that Damien was standing. The result was that quantum physics hurtled Damien into a perfectly functional table, breaking it, and scattering everything on it all over the room.
¡°So this is the past huh?¡± said the man now inside the booth.

¡°You idiot--Hey, you¡¯re from the future aren¡¯t you!¡± said Damien. He stood up sorely, and faced the man. He couldn¡¯t believe who he was looking at. He blinked, rubbed his eyes and looked again. Sure enough, it was the same person: Himself.

¡°Yeah, about five seconds from now I guess,¡± said future Damien

¡°You traveled back five seconds just so you could see me? That¡¯s exactly what I was thinking!¡±

¡°Newsflash, I¡¯m just half a step ahead of you. I thought it too.¡±

Present Damien approached the booth and stood inches from the glass The doors had shut and locked themselves as soon as future Damien had materialized. It was one of the safety features of the booth. The idea was that it was better not to have those from the future able to wander around in the present.

¡°So what¡¯s it like, seeing me and all?¡± asked present Damien.

¡°It¡¯s not bad. I was hoping to blow your mind a little more. Really not much has happened yet, though, so there¡¯s really not much to say about the future. In fact, I think now you¡¯re all caught up with me.¡±

¡°Yup. That would be the problem. As long as you¡¯re here, I¡¯m gaining on you,¡± said present Damien.

¡°Yeah, you¡¯re all caught up, all right--Bamboozle.¡±

¡°Hey, I was thinking that same word! How¡¯d you know?¡±

¡°Because I thought it five seconds ago,¡± said future Damien.

¡°Triple tickle fickle pickle nickel ripple lintel,¡± they both said in unison.

¡°Whoa!¡± said present Damien. ¡°That¡¯s so cool!¡±

¡°Yeah, you¡¯re thinking what I¡¯m saying.¡±

¡°I know. Hey, let¡¯s see if I can beat you, okay?¡± said present Damien.

Present Damien did a number of quick thrusts with his feet and hands, trying to be as sporadic as possible. Future Damien mirrored him. Present Damien danced an Irish jig as fast as he could, but not before future Damien. In fact, Future Damien started dancing faster than him.

¡°Hey, let¡¯s get Bent!¡±

¡°I was just about to say that,¡± said present Damien.

Benton hadn¡¯t found the back door yet. What he did find was an office with a desk, and some phone numbers. He picked up the phone on the desk, and dialed the first one. It was 1 a.m.

¡°Hel-hel- hello?¡± said a barely audible voice. ¡°Will Scavenging here.¡±

¡°Hi, sorry to wake you,¡± Benton said hastily.

¡°Oh, not at all,¡± said a lethargic voice.

¡°It¡¯s just, do you know anything about a time machine down here at the Cause Way?¡±

¡°Yeah, but that¡¯s supposed to be a big secret isn¡¯t it?¡± He yawned. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, who
did you say you were?¡±

¡°My name is Benton, and I¡¯m down here at the Cause Way with my friend, and I think he¡¯s going to try and use the machine.¡±

Will let out a huge yawn, and then a sigh. ¡°Well, I thought I locked the doors. How did you get in?¡±

¡°My bathroom key fits the front lock.¡±

¡°Isn¡¯t that strange.¡±

¡°I¡¯m sorry. Do you work with the time machine?¡±

¡°No. I¡¯m the custodian.¡±

¡°You know how to go back in time?¡±

¡°I¡¯ll be right down. Don¡¯t let your friend touch anything,¡± said Will Scavenging, with another healthy yawn. ¡°If he goes back and makes even the slightest alteration, it will have an incalculable impact of the rest of history. Even if he does nothing more than breathes a little air, that air was meant for someone else. Do you see what I¡¯m getting at? The universe is in a perfect equilibrium. Don¡¯t let him muck with it. You¡¯ve probably seen stuff like this on the sci-fi channel.¡± He hung up the phone, and went back to sleep.

Benton raced back to the phone booth room.

The Damiens had not been able to unlock the door, jimmy it, or by any other means open it. Present Damien had to use a chair to break the glass. Future Damien stepped through, and together they went down the hall and found Benton looking very worried and running full tilt at them.

When Benton saw the Damiens, one of them breathing someone else¡¯s air, he nearly freaked out in his mid flight. He skidded toward a stop, but started backpedaling too soon, and fell flat on the ground instead. The last thing he wanted was to inadvertently collide with whichever of them was from the future, and cause the Apocalypse. He clung to, or tried to cling to the wall for help getting up, but was unable to compose the right muscles at the right times. He got half way up, and fell again. Amidst all this he was saying things like ¡°Get away from me,¡± and ¡°Don¡¯t touch me,¡± and so on.
Future Damien came forward, and helped him to his feet. ¡°Have a nice trip?¡± Damien, even the future Damien thrilled himself whenever he could use cliché, ¡°see you next fall!¡±

Present Damien repeated him half a word behind. They looked at each other and smiled.
¡°Jinks! Double jinks! No you can¡¯t jinks me, I jinxed you first!¡± they both said, and then erupted nearly simultaneously with the same laugh pattern.

¡°What are you doing? Get back in the booth!¡± Benton erupted, the veins in his face bulging with anger.

Future Damien stepped forward. ¡°I think I can speak for both of us when I say I don¡¯t think so, Bent.¡± He looked at the present Damien, who nodded back. ¡°Look man, this is just what this town needs. Picture it, people coming from Jonesport, Addison, Dennysville, Callis, just to go back and hang with themselves. We could charge hundreds of dollars a wop. There¡¯d be twins running around all over the place. It¡¯d be so cool!¡± Future Damien squinted his eyes, narrowed his focus. He was serious.

¡°But it¡¯s not your machine. The owners would never let you do it. They use this for serious business. Plus, like you said, if they found us in here, they¡¯d put us behind bars.¡±
¡°Duh. We just do it at night like we are now.¡± Present Damien decided it was time for him to jump in. ¡°Who do you think cares anyway? If we can get in here this easy, they¡¯re not trying too hard to keep people out. We didn¡¯t see a security system did you? No. That¡¯s because there was none. Nobody cares.¡±

¡°You mean you didn¡¯t punch in the security code the second you walked in here?¡± asked Benton.

¡°That was the thermostat.¡±

¡°I¡¯m out of here!¡± Benton gasped, threw up his hands, and walked out the front door.

As Benton was exiting the building, a faded silver--let¡¯s call it gray--car pulled up and stopped right beside him. Will Scavenging stepped out. He was short, pudgy, wearing his pajamas and slippers, and had a fist of keys in his right hand. ¡°Hi. Will Scavenging. You the guy who called me?¡± He asked. Benton nodded. ¡°I was going to go back to sleep, but I¡¯ve got such a conscience.¡±

¡°Really?

¡°Yeah, and I also had a cool dream.¡±

¡°What was the dream?¡±

¡°I can¡¯t remember specifically what happened, but something happened tonight that started a second renaissance. It was so brilliant, but I can¡¯t remember what it was. I believe in prophecy. I mean, I¡¯ve had visions before that came true, so this one has me real interested,¡± said Will. Against his better judgment, Benton followed Will back inside.

The Damiens looked at each other, and almost spoke words, but didn¡¯t have to because anything they would have had to say would have already been known. Understanding this, they had a spurt of tacit acknowledgement of each other¡¯s presence. This became immensely boring for future Damien, and unnerving for present Damien almost as soon as it began. ¡°Let¡¯s stop this,¡± they said and thought. ¡°And how do we do that?¡± they thought. ¡°We--er, I don¡¯t have to say anything when nobody¡¯s around. That¡¯s what lunatics do!¡± they thought. ¡°I¡¯m getting so sick of this.¡±

Present Damien was resisting the worst itch in his ear. He knew that any second future Damien would have to give in and scratch. Then he would do whatever he had to to outlast the five seconds. Six was all he could expect, considering the itch¡¯s urgency.
Future Damien scratched his ear. Exactly five seconds later, present Damien did it too, in exactly the same way. Future Damien banged his head against the wall in ultimate frustration. He did it in such a way that rattled present Damien. That is, it looked exceedingly painful, and undesirable. Yet, he followed through, mimicking his future self perfectly. ¡°This sucks!¡± they screamed in echo. ¡°But,¡± they thought ¡°It¡¯s so marketable... We love it!¡±

Will and Benton walked through the building purposefully: they had to save the future. When they reached the room with the phone booth in it, they paused. Benton out of embarrassment, and Will out of disgust.

The Damiens were somehow an abomination of creation, their very coexistence flaunting itself lewdly in the face of all things meant to be. The flinging of glass and tabletop paraphernalia, and the subsequent shattering of those things christened the very moment of materialization. Strewn glass covered the floor and filled the room with a constant crunchy signature of its creator.

¡°Hello. I¡¯m Will. I¡¯m the custodian for this building. Benton here tells me you went back in time and stepped out. Is that about right?¡± he shook their hands warmly. He addressed them both as if they were one person. Technically, they were.

¡°Right. That would be him,¡± said present Damien pointing at future Damien. He was beginning to feel a little uneasy about the situation. Somewhere deep down inside he wondered if their not being able to get the machine to work was going to be a huge problem. Aside from that, he was experiencing the inklings of what would soon become the worst migraine headache of his life. He was already nauseous, and the pain was like an auger drill bit boring through his brain, jamming every time he looked to one side or the other. He could only assume his future self was feeling the same thing. Judging by his stooped posture, he was in even more pain than himself.

Present Damien racked against the wall with a sudden increase in pain.

¡°Here¡¯s what¡¯s interesting: whenever someone makes up their mind to do something, and there¡¯s just no way they will ever change their mind, and they will be taking that action within the next few seconds, it becomes destiny, and quantum physics take over just like it already happened. In theory, time jumps ahead a little. There¡¯s no way we can ever tell, but it happens all the time. The proof is in that time machine. We skipped the five seconds it took for you to go from decision to action. We¡¯re skipping another five seconds right now, as I decide to pick up this pencil.¡± Will picked up a pencil.

The Damiens probably didn¡¯t catch all of what he said. They were getting weak kneed, and loosing their senses. They vomited.

Benton was intrigued. ¡°You mean time is always stopping and going?¡±

¡°Skipping.¡±

¡°Yet we can¡¯t tell.¡±

¡°Because we can only perceive when we are moving forward through time. When we skip, we technically experience what we missed, but it is only a memory.¡±

¡°That makes absolutely no sense. What do you suppose is the matter with them?¡±
Benton asked pointing at the Damiens, now curled up on the floor.

¡°I don¡¯t know. Probably something to do with quantum foam build up in the neural passageways. That happens when you make a jump, and stay too long.¡±

¡°Is he going to get better?¡±

¡°He¡¯s as good as dead,¡± said Will nudging one of the Damiens with his foot.

¡°They didn¡¯t both go back in time. How come it effects them both?¡±

¡°That¡¯s a good question. My initial reaction is to go back to they¡¯re the same person. Whatever one does, the other does too, five seconds after.¡±

¡°But if they both jumped back five seconds, how come we have two here at the same time?¡±

¡°I really don¡¯t know. I¡¯d have to think about that one.¡±

The Damiens gathered what little strength they had left, held back the pain, pulled together the strands of their last thought, formed the words, and future Damien spoke them: ¡°How do you know I¡¯m as good as dead? You¡¯re just a janitor!¡± The words came out like wild screams. They had to be projected louder than the shrill screeches inside his heads. Damien¡¯s brains were going through some weird stuff, painful stuff. Stuff that no one had ever experienced before. ¡°Am I the only one here who thinks it is possible
that this guy is not qualified to make that presumption?¡±

¡°He seems perfectly reasonable to me,¡± said Benton softly. ¡°I hate to say this, but you don¡¯t look so good. Maybe he¡¯s right.¡±

¡°You mean you¡¯re the guy who pushes the mop all day?¡± future Damien shouted

¡°Yes.¡±

¡°Okay... Okay... Okay... Uh... What if... What if you¡¯re wrong? I mean... You could be wrong, right?¡±

¡°I might be wrong about the quantum foam, but I¡¯d still say you¡¯re a goner. Just since I¡¯ve been here, your condition has seriously degraded. I could take you to the hospital, but I doubt they¡¯d know what to do with you. We could try, if you want?¡±

¡°YES! Do I have to beg?!¡±

¡°I¡¯ve got a bunch of stuff in my back seat that I have to put in the trunk first. I¡¯ll be right back.¡±Will left. Benton followed. ¡°This goes on all the time, making firm decisions that will in no way be altered, and thus creating five seconds of destiny. It¡¯s just that most of the time, we¡¯re not standing inside a time machine when we¡¯re doing it! Will said of the situation as they walked slightly less purposefully back out to the car. ¡°I think this is going to play itself out quite neatly. Maybe there won¡¯t be any real long term consequences after all.¡±

¡°So, basically what you¡¯re saying is that if I were to stand inside a time machine, and decide to go back in time, I will have already done it?¡±

¡°Hypothetically, yes.¡±

¡°Well how can you ever go back in time if you don¡¯t know you¡¯re going to be doing it?¡± asked a confused Benton.

¡°Again, this is hypothetical, but I suppose that in order to experience it, you would have to do it on accident, or be tricked into it.¡± They were now standing outside the car, enthralled in the conversation, oblivious to the man dying so bizarrely in the building behind them.

¡°But if you were tricked into it, someone else is making the decision. So if you go that rout, you would still get the destiny effect, right?¡±

¡°That makes sense to me,¡± said Will.

¡°You know, I wonder if anyone has ever actually used that thing before.¡±
¡°That¡¯s a very good question. I¡¯ve never seen anything like what happened to that guy, and I¡¯ve been working here for over a year now. I guess I always assumed they were using it, but I never actually asked anyone. I¡¯ll have to ask tomorrow, first thing.¡±

¡°Cool.¡±

Will and Benton started transferring all the accumulated junk in the back seat into the trunk. Benton picked up a mini disk recorder. ¡°These things are great.¡±He said dangling it for Will to see.

¡°Oh, you¡¯re a genius! I¡¯ll record whatever he says. It could be used for historical documents!¡±

¡°Good idea!¡±

They raced back inside to where they had left Damien. Future Damien was gone, and present Damien was sitting in the corner. He didn¡¯t look quite as sick as before.
Will started recording. He spoke into the small microphone. ¡°Hi. I¡¯m afraid I never caught your name, sir,¡± he said.

¡°Did you see where he went?¡± asked present Damien.

¡°No. Actually, I was hoping you could tell us. But first, your name is?¡±

¡°He was just here. I thought I was a goner, but then he walked out of the room, and the pain went away.¡±

¡°How¡¯s that possible? How can he decide one thing, and you another? It¡¯s been way over five seconds now. You should have made the exact same decision that he did.¡±
Said Benton.

¡°I think he took half my brain with him. That¡¯s all I can think of,¡± said Damien.

¡°Why do you say that?¡±

¡°Because I could feel it rip in two.¡±

¡°But the brain has no nerve cells. It can¡¯t feel anything.¡±

¡°It didn¡¯t hurt. It felt like pulling apart jello or something. It was mostly just weird because I could hear it.¡± Damien¡¯s speech was slurred. It sounded like he had just recovered from a stroke.

Will and Benton became very worried. The potential for harming the future went back up to respectable levels.

¡°Wow. What does it feel like to have half a brain?¡± asked Will.

¡°It feels... it feels like crap. I can¡¯t really control my right side any more. I can¡¯t hardly think either. Just leave me alone.¡±

Benton turned to Will. ¡°We can probably drop him off at the hospital now, don¡¯t you think?¡±
Will agreed, and they helped Damien to the car.

¡°I think the symptoms get worse the closer I get to my future self.¡±

¡°That makes perfect sense to me. You must be feeling better now then?¡±

¡°Yeah. But still, let¡¯s get me to the hospital. I¡¯m curious to see an x-ray of my head.¡±
As they sat him down in the back seat of Will¡¯s car, the convulsions started again. ¡°Future boy must be getting close. Let¡¯s get out of here!¡± said Benton urgently.

Will started the car, slammed it in reverse, and floored it, and thumped over something big. The rear of the car lurched upward, and then the front as they backed over future Damien. They knew it was him because soon they could see him in the headlights.

¡°Oh no. I think I just killed a man!¡± said Will.

¡°Wait a second! Is he really a man, or just a carbon copy of another man?¡±

¡°Huh. I never thought of that. I bet you¡¯re right. He¡¯s from a different dimension or something like that right? How can he really exist here anyway?¡±

¡°At any rate, though, he¡¯s probably dead, whatever he is. I wonder what that did to Damien here.

¡°Hey Damien, you still with us?¡± he said shaking his friend.

¡°Yes. Yes. Yes. Of course I¡¯m still here. What did you think, that just because he¡¯s me, I¡¯m going to be suddenly flattened right here in the back seat? Don¡¯t be so naive.¡± Damien bluffed. He could barely hold back the anxiety of fully expecting to be pulverized to death right before their eyes.

¡°Well, at any rate, we¡¯ll find out in a second won¡¯t we?¡±

Will was a very good custodian. He prided himself on the general cleanliness of the floor tiles and carpets. He had a rare passion for his work. In fact, he derived his self worth from it. It was his identity.

What Will didn¡¯t know, until the conversation he had that night made him want to take an IQ test, was that his IQ was 280. He later found he could do in a minute what a computer could do in a week. He continued to enjoy his custodial work for many years, and especially liked cleaning the time machine room after business hours. He would go on to spend his morning coffee breaks fine-tuning a closet thesis. Eventually he published it, and shattered all mathematical concepts of world, space-time, and nano-technology. Almost a hundred years later, when the world finally understood what his thesis was all about, there came a time of great peace, and general love of all knowledge on the earth.
Benton later came to grips with his spiritual self, and became a pastor. He became wildly renowned for using this night¡¯s story to examine how God really is in control after all. He lived a long life full of love and contentment, and never once returned to the Dunkin Donuts down on the cause way.

Damien didn¡¯t die that night. He made it to the hospital, and on to a nursing home a week later. There he stayed the rest of his days until he died at age 92 from a migraine headache that was much worse than usual.


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