Short Story Weekly: Infinity and Null a "Short" Short by Paul Q.

     I've been talking about Infinity and Null with a mention here-and-there for some time now, and I'm very, very happy now to announce that it's here! This story was influenced by the first time I read Kurt Vonnegut's novel Galapgos, and you can see the similarities where I really wanted to write something that showcased my love for the book. I've written "short" shorts before, but this was the very, very first one I've ever written. So please read, and enjoy this story:

                       

                                                                     Infinity and Null

        I don't get what those crazy primitives in The twenty-first century were even talking about, guy. I mean: flying cars, robot butlers named Rosie, and the ability to transport items from a hub in their lodgings to anywhere in the whole universe! Some wild stuff they talked about, but from what I hear, they had a lot of designer drugs back then, maybe that's where all this fiction came from. 

     It's the year 2120, and there are no flying vehicles of ah sort, not even those old-fashioned jets made by Boeing, we barely get off the rock, unless it's some torn apar roller coaster, another whacky contraption the people of the 21at century used for something called "recreational entertainment".

  Nope, we have the luxury of toxic waste, deformities, I.Q. no greater the than an igneous rock. I can barely remember my name on some days,mbut they were able to recall the entire cast of a fake science fiction television show, and go so-far as to organize conventions around said show! Begging for others to scribble a bunch of lines on a piece of parchment that happened to have an engraving of their profile. What luanatjcs they must have been to think that we could eve come close to creating such an invention as a flying space vessel that could go kyo worlds' unknown, and debate apartheid for alien racea. What amazement these massive-brained creatures had to work with on a daily basis, it seems like such hard work to come up with these plithing ideas, let-alone to attempt to crate them in a formidable reality! 

    We have rocks, but can barely hold the idea of tossing them at our enemies, which are mostly cows. Seems back in the twenty-first century; Man would go so-far as to eat these once-docile herbivores, turning their gut meats into something flat, and in a shape more appealing to devour: round. Nowadays,a cow could trample a man with a single clogging hoof, and will tear away at the flesh, until it reaches then one in a far-more insidious method than compared to say, a lion. To put it lightly: it's a bit hard to chew through flesh with molars designed to turn grass into makeshift cud. 

    So to think that these primitives people's believed we'd take flight in futuristic cars, and travel through time,mand solve any ailment,mor even create an android, they are sadly mistake   What is more unbelievable is that they could not fix all these problems,mor create all those wonders with their massive brains, their even bigger imaginations,mand the death-by-cow ratio being practically nonexistent. I just don't see how they got so far, yet fell so fast. A wise elder told me tang if was strange fluid I. Their brains,something that began shrinking them rapidly, to the point of no existence,something so deadly, it topped the list of malaria and cancer, and it grew at an even faster pace than bouboes of infected puss, and that disgusting disease was known as the Ego.