The old priest considered the cast-iron oil pot sitting in the corner of the immaculate kitchen. It was heavy, and his back hurt. The trees growing on the canyon walls whispered to him. "Prepare the ... [+]
When he was small, he had always dreamed of being an astronaut. Unfortunately, he was hopeless at astrophysics, but that had not stopped him from becoming the best geneticist at NASA.The day he injected himself with his latest concoction, he knew he had it, his Nobel Prize. The invention allowed him to teleport himself anywhere within his field of vision. He only had to see with his naked eye the place where he wished to be.Intoxicated with excitement, he tried a brief return trip between his laboratory and the building opposite. His desire to share his discovery was stifled by the selfish wis