Markov von Shroder
Markov removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He was extremely tired, but he felt himself close to a break through. He spent that last seventy two hours thinking, running formulas and counter formulas, removing, adding, replacing and redoing functions. The theory of Relativity was drifting in a corner of his brain. he knew it was relevant, he just hadn't figured out how yet. E equals MC squared....if I replace matter and light with that of the property of electricity like that of the electrical currents flowing through the neuron--- His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an alarm. Though he was annoyed by the loss of information that seemed to fall from the front of his brain he knew the alarm. It was the alarm.
The blue-eyed scientist pushed the wheels of his wheel chair taking him to the other side of the room. He pressed a single button on the keyboard and an enormous screen came to life before him. It was his pride and joy, the Society Prediction Mainframe, designed to predict the changes in societyby accessing information through the net from reliable sources and making an educated guess. He lowered the microphone sticking out of it towards his face. "whats the probability that we will save the mind of the renowned genius, Bradley Lake?" the computer recited the question through text on the screen. Then a long line of numbers rolled and changed until the there were only a few characters. In glowing red letters the answer read 5.36%. Markov sighed. Then asked another question, the dreaded question he couldn't resist asking. "What are the chances that we will prevent the apocalypse from occurring?" He waited unblinking until the letters stopped once more and the answer was displayed. To his dismay, bt no surprise it was a bold 0.03%. The scientist removed his glasses once again to rub his eyes then placed them back on. He pulled away from the computer and rolled off into the hallway. "Here goes nothing."