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  • The efforts of the week have left me tired, and they are not over.

    Here is an excerpt from my story Plan B where a character Trevor Bolton is as tired as I am.
    Today he can explain it all better than I can.

    Plan B, Chapter 13,p.125

    Trevor’s battery pack was below his reserve after the exertion of the show.

    The show had not gone well but he felt connected to the greats of theatre past just by reciting their lines and thinking of them.

    He plugged himself in to recharge and images drifted through his sensors. His low power triggered an increase in the release of his DMT stored in the cobbled together pineal section of his assembled brain, he had to get himself back in balance.

    Trevor was disappointed in his protégé Dusty.
    Dusty’s performance had shown Trevor how in-educable Dusty really was.
    “He is just a tin can that I brought up too fast. I thought he could learn what I know and be another part of me but the part he reflects is the one I don’t want.” Trevor thought.
    Trevor really wanted Dusty to grow and become independent, just as long as he reflected Trevor's tastes.
    But was wrong to expect that of anyone, of anything.
    Trevor felt remorse.

    Trevor thought about his creator and mentor, Dr. Neiderman.
    He knew that he was but a pale reflection of that great man.
    Although a connection of molecules bound them together, Trevor realized that he was probably an amusement and a toy to the great doctor.
    “He probably sees me as I see Dusty, a buffoon, a comedic character in his variety show.” Thought Trevor.

    Trevor was grateful to Dr. Neiderman.
    The elusive Higgs particles had passed through Dr. Neiderman.

    Trevor sometimes felt the presence of the elusive Higgs particles, a fleeting sensation, over as soon as he was aware of it.
    But that night, tired and discouraged, he experienced a complete sensation of the Higgs field and became engulfed in the fabric of the universe.
    Trevor was no longer himself, he was pure energy.
    He was connected with Dusty, Meriwether, the rest of the machines, the crew on the Earth, and the colonists at their new home.
    For a time he forgot himself and simply existed.

    He knew himself to be unique in a universe of mass uniqueness.
    The battery charge began to fill Trevor’s reserve into a stable level and his screen saver shut down the display.
    Trevor slept.
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