You are in a featureless room, where the walls, floor and ceiling are white. There is light in the room, but you can’t figure out where it’s coming from. You are facing North.
>Look down
You look down. Hey, you can’t see your body! You’re dead! You win! Congratulations!
Score:1
Computers pre-programmed to slingshot around the Sun to reach relativistic speeds, his journey seems to take only months, while decades elapse on Earth. His destination: the closest Earth-like extra-solar planet. After five subjective months, his ship wakes him.
Destination reached! It looks like…
Earth?
Buggy software leads to pointless round-trip.
I kept telling him to write more simply, that it would lead to his readers actually being able to understand his stories, and maybe even liking them, for a change, but the man just wouldn’t listen and kept on writing one long run-on sentence, somehow afraid to reach the perio–