Is Quantum Field Theory Unified Field Theory?

 

Yes, Quantum Field Theory (QFT) is a unified field theory. It combines the theories of special relativity, classical field theory, and quantum mechanics. In QFT, all fundamental forces and elementary particles are described as excitations of fields.

For example, the electron is not a particle, but an excitation of the electron field. This means that the electron is not a single object, but a wave of energy that spreads out over space. This wave of energy can interact with other waves of energy, such as the waves of light.

QFT is a very successful theory, and it has been used to make many predictions that have been experimentally verified. However, it is not a complete theory, and there are many things that QFT does not explain. For example, QFT does not explain gravity.

There are many different approaches to developing a unified field theory, and QFT is just one of them. Other approaches include string theory and loop quantum gravity. It is not clear which approach, if any, will be successful in developing a complete unified field theory.

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The Quantum Age

The Quantum Age

The people of the future live in a reality that is very much unlike what we are currently familiar with. This is due the fact that they are well into the Quantum Age which runs in parallel with the evolution of human consciousness. 

Located at the end of the 2020, we are at the Dawn of the Quantum Age. And that threshold is continuously being pushed further and further towards earlier years--earlier decades--as the people of the future extend and join their consciousness with those nearing the Quantum Age.

Ask yourself, "When did you become aware of a sudden evolution or movement into a new sort reality?" For me, it was around 2018 when I created some sketchy rough drafts on time travelers for our sister port, PSYhub. And yet for nearly a couple of decades before that, I was aware of something very peculiar happening around us. It was like we were heading towards something big that would change and revolutionize the human race, forever. Perhaps you noticed the same?

There are reasons why Nostradamus suggested or hinted that prophecy would die sometime around 1997. I think he was noting that things got fuzzy beyond a certain date as we neared the 21st century. It's because humans would no longer be predictable and history would no longer be doomed to repeat itself. Now, at the threshold of the Quantum Age, I can understand why this is. Our consciousness has evolved to the point of understanding it's impact on the universe around us.

So what in the world am I talking about? What's the Quantum Age, or quantum reality, and what qualifies me as a sudden expert to discuss such a thing?

Well, first of all, I'm not a expert of quantum reality. Neither are you. And yet this big mystery is about to change our entire world--our entire universe! Shouldn't we at least try to adopt some sort of cursive understanding of quantum reality?

Ask most people to share their understanding of quantum physics along with it's impact on reality. They would simply shrug their shoulders or admit to never hearing of such a thing. Quantum physics, after all, is the stuff that scientists and physicists think about and discuss. And if most people tried to do some research into quantum physics, they would discover a bunch of equations and complicated theories pertaining to physics. And yet, like said before, the Quantum Age is upon us, and it's about to change our world to something vastly different. 

What's more? Quantum physics is one of the biggest secrets being held from the vast population. It is such a secret that it's almost forbidden for people to have a cursive understanding of it. There are reasons why it seems so complex and so boring when attempting to research. It's because for so long, a small and elite population of people have understood it and benefited from it. The less people who know, the better off the elite are.

One of the key concepts of quantum physics that will ultimately change our world is the proven Observer Phenomenon. Proven by the Double Slit Experiment, all matter is in various states of existence or "super-positioning" until finally observed. Further more, atomic particles can exist as waves or particles. The transition from one or the other depends on the observer who causes a collapse of the wave function which results in matter. In short, mind controls matter. We can literally will things into existence by calibrating our thoughts and our will to the point of collapsing this wave function into matter. This opens up a whole new understanding of the universe to be nothing more that a giant hologram with portions that illuminate and take shape when we simply observe. Imagine if we had the ability to calibrate thoughts and will.

The concept of non-locality is another item which will change our world. It seems to suggest that space is an illusion. Particle A and Particle B can be a thousand miles away from each other. But due to a phenomenon that Albert Einstein coined as spooky entanglement, the two of them duplicate one another's states--seem to actually know about each other despite the large distance of separation. Particle A and Particle B loses their individuality. Again, this opens up a whole new understanding of space between objects and the possibility that it may be just an illusion.

Dark matter as the whereabouts of consciousness and the afterlife, String Theory proving multiple dimensions beyond our known four; humans with an ability pass through physical walls like a ghost, and--yes--the realized ability to travel forward and reverse in time. These are all revolutionary developments in the 21st century that the people of the future have already embraced and have begun using. Their consciousness and understanding of the universe is vastly different from ours. 

Schrödinger's Cat Theory Hype?

 I don't know if I believe in the Schrödinger's Cat theory, a well known theory to illustrate the importance of the Observer effect. Those familiar with the theory can certainly recall how the cat is locked up inside of a box with no way of those on the outside to view, hear, or measure what's going on inside. With the cat is a vile of some toxic, radioactive material. If that cat gets into this vile, the cat will surely die. 

Understanding what's inside of the box without being able to gauge the outcome, Schrödinger argues that the cat is both alive and dead. This is because the human element hasn't imposed the observer effect by opening up the box and confirming what is there. 

But I think the Schrödinger's Cat theory suggests the human element to have way more importance than what we really have. Just because we can't see, hear, measure or detect in any way, it doesn't mean the reality doesn't exist. I'm surprised people haven't created a list of a dozen or more realities in that box. The cat could be sitting there, meowing, while waiting for its owner to open the box. The cat could be sleeping because its bored. The cat might also have been so frightened from being trapped in a box that it died of a hear attack. We can take it even further and say that while opening up the box, we inadvertently broke the vile which killed the cat. But regardless of the countless scenarios we come up with, there is still a definite reality in that box that we simply are unaware of. 

If we religiously followed the Schrödinger's Cat theory, we could declare any number of realities to exist or not exist simply because we haven't confirmed them. In a dramatic example, we could say that your loved one has driven off in a car to--say--the store or any arbitrary place. A minute or two later, you hear emergency vehicles. Then, fifteen minutes later, you get a phone call which shows on caller ID as coming from the police. If you refuse to answer the phone and refuse to confirm whether or not your loved one was tragically killed in an automobile accident; then, according to Schrödinger, your loved one is both alive and dead. And I suppose if you favor the the reality of your loved one being alive, you can simply go with that one.

Oh, but a day or two passes (assuming the police or anyone else is unable to reach you) and your loved one hasn't returned home. You haven't received a telephone call, text message, email or even letter. I suppose you can theorize that your loved one simply ran away without telling you. Or maybe they simply got lost and were unable to find their way back home. There are any number of possibilities to explain why your loved one is missing. But it certainly wouldn't have anything to do with that car crash and the police trying to reach you.

The reality is, (KNOCK AND WOOD AND GOD FORBID THIS FROM LEAKING OUTSIDE OF THE WRITING) your loved one has died in a car crash. You simply refuse to see the truth. And no matter how much you try, you do not have the power to focus on an alternative reality, harness some mystical energy so that your loved one is still alive.

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Some years ago, I went for a hike in the forest on a winter day shortly after we had just received a large amount of snow. This particular forest preserve was one that I had visited when I was younger. And something I remember in those past visits was a rusty, old Jeep that had been overturned and laying at the bottom of a ravine. 

"Hey, maybe I should hike over there and see if it's still there."

I hiked about five minutes, and saw some rectangular mass buried beneath the fresh, fallen snow. 

"There it is!" 

I climbed down steep ravine and crossed over the frozen creek only to discover that the rectangular mass was a pile of logs buried in snow. The old Jeep had been removed from the forest at some point in the years that I hadn't visited.

I wonder if there are those who argue that had I not gone down to the ravine to confirm the existence of the jeep, dusted off the snow and touched it with my hands, that the reality of it existing down there would still be true. I've often wondered this myself. And yet I prefer to believe that regardless of whether or not I went down there, the Jeep was gone. I simply didn't take a closer look to confirm. If I went home, satisfied, that I found the Jeep during my hike in the woods, it wouldn't actually be there. 

If You Could Do It All Over Again...

If You Could Do It All Over Again... 

Has anyone ever asked you the question, "If you could do things over again in your life, knowing what you know now, would you do things differently?"

Someone recently asked me this.

"Of course I would, who wouldn't?" I answered. "As a kid, I would pay attention in class and do better in school. As a young adult, I would know my career path earlier. I would be wiser with money and have the knowledge of investing. I could be rich!" This is what most people think. 

Oh, but there's so much more! How about that ex boyfriend/girlfriend?--you know the one, the one you wished you had never met? We all have those. Well upon doing your life over, you would be sure to avoid this person like the plague. The same goes for all those people who you thought were your friends, but ended up becoming people who you couldn't trust or even people who you learned really didn't like you. You would immediately avoid them once re-encountering them on your second chance life. If you're old enough, you would probably re-encounter some of your first careers and you'd realize that this job offer wasn't the greatest, or that working for this person would probably lead to certain misery that you wouldn't have wanted. The benefits go on and on.

Sometimes re-living your life offers tough choices and hidden consequences. Take for example that girl (or guy) that you always wished you had taken a chance on. What would happen if you did that the second time around? Maybe you wouldn't end up meeting your spouse and having the same children that you have now. 

If you happen to be my age and you grew up in the eighties, you would immediately become very bored with the music. Oh sure, we all love retro 80s... for about a half an hour or so. Imagine if that's all you could hear when you turned on the radio. 

You would miss a lot of the things that you have now such as a computer. In the 80s, you would purchase a computer at the first chance you get. It would have been a pricey novelty around the time that you grow up. You were so used to having one in your first-chance life that you would need one when you're doing your life over again. And how about your iPhone or Android? They don't have those. You would probably invest in some sort of pricey hand-held device like one of the earliest palm pilots because you're used to having information in your hand. 

Lunch Money

Hello All:

Today’s new story has an important lesson to be learned: Don’t leave money lying about at home.

Have a great weekend!

Lunch Money

Jonny's parents were prepared to make a purchase on a used car later on Tuesday morning. See, Mother had gotten into a car accident and she needed a car to drive to work. Both Mother and Father worked; and with the loss of one car it was becoming a bit of a hassle for both husband and wife to drive to work, together, each day. The accident took place a couple of weeks ago. They were in no position to purchase a car right away while waiting for the insurance companies to settle the claim.

Jonny's parents aren't exactly wealth. They live paycheck to paycheck and needed put aside some money for a couple of weeks for the new car. Again, they weren't in the best condition as far as finances were concerned. Their credit history was shot which meant they certainly couldn't qualify for a car loan. They would just have to purchase a used car the old fashioned way; finding a used vehicle in the classified ads, scheduling an appointment with the owner to view and possibly test—drive, then pay cash in full when finally deciding.

And so, on a Tuesday morning, there lay a stack of folded bills on the kitchen counter which totaled two thousand dollars; some hundreds, twenties, tens a five and some ones—remember, they really had to dig for that two thousand dollars. It lay on the kitchen counter, folded up; waiting to be handed over to the owner of the vehicle they were about to purchase.

Rather than have the hundred showing on the outside of the folded bills, the money was folded as such so that the one dollar bill showed on the outside. It was all weighted down underneath a large Morton Salt container. As mentioned before, Jonny's parents had planned on driving to the owner's house later that afternoon to give him the money for the title of the car, the keys, and ultimate possession. Finally, Mother would have her car and both husband and wife could get to work independently.

Jonny entered the kitchen that Tuesday morning. Tuesday's were always bland and boring for him. He rummaged through the kitchen for something for breakfast and decided on Quaker Dinosaur Egg Instant Oatmeal. While pouring the water into the bowl, Jonny looked over and saw the stack of money folded up and weighted down by the Morton Salt container. He assumed that this was his lunch money for the day. Mother hadn't made lunch or given him money the previous night. What else could it be? So Jonny simply picked up the stack of money and put it in his wallet. Jonny never bothered to look how much money it was. He was short on time and simply stuffed the stack in his wallet. He ate breakfast and head off to the bus stop.

Around the time when Jonny sat in the seat of the bus he began to feel that his wallet was considerably fatter than normal. It put pressure near the area of his rear pocket while sitting. "Man... My wallet is fat today." complained Jonny out loud.

Jonny's best friend, Tony, sat next to him. "What, do you have a lot of money or something?"

"My mom put my lunch money on the counter for me, and I just put it in my wallet. Let's see how much she gave me." Jonny pulled out his wallet, opened it up, and pulled out the bills. Immediately both boys exclaimed, "Whoa...!"

"How much money is this?" continued Jonny.

Some of the kids nearby rushed over to Jonny's seat to see what was happening. There were so many hundred dollar bills in there. The kids had never seen so much money before.

"Awe! This is great!" exclaimed Jonny.

"Can I have some?" asked one of the nearby kids.

"No way!" answered Jonny. "But I tell you, this is going to be a great lunch today."

"I'm definitely sitting with you." declared Tony.

"What do you say we just totally buy up all the pizza that they have their and have a pizza party for lunch?" suggested Jonny.

"Yeah, let's do that!" agreed Tony.

"Can I sit at your table?" asked one of the nearby kids.

"Sure, why not?" answered Jonny.

By the end of the bus ride, all the kids were excited about the pizza party that would take place during lunch; all the cakes and goodies—a huge feast for Tuesday. And this would just be the beginning. Plans would soon be made to seriously party with the unbelievable amount of money that Jonny had in his possession. All the while, Jonny never once questioned why Mother had given him so much. He never considered that perhaps it was an error and that he best return it to Mother and Father as soon as possible.

Back at home, Mother and Father woke up and entered the kitchen for morning coffee.

"Susan...?"

"What, Jon?"

"Where is our money?"

Susan gasped, "Oh no! Oh, I bet Jonny thought that was his lunch money and took it."

"You've got to be kidding me!" exclaimed Jon. "So our kid is going to walk around school all day with two thousand dollars in his wallet?"

"I'm so sorry Jon!" apologized Susan. Do you want me to stop at the school really quick to get it back from him?"

"Well what are we going to do?" snapped Jon. "Are we going to walk into the school and try to tell the principal that we accidentally gave our kid a couple thousand dollars and need it back? You better hope he doesn't lose that money today. That's the money for your car."

Needless to say, it was a very tense car ride to work that morning. They fought and argued the entire ride to work. At one point, Susan was so close to calling the school and asking to speak to her son. She wanted to beg him not to lose the money. But she waited, and simply trusted that he would bring the money home upon realizing a mistake had been made.

But by third hour gym class, rumor had spread throughout the school that Jonny had a couple thousand dollars on him. And Jonny wasn't the biggest kid, either. He couldn't defend himself so easily. The school thugs decided that they would collect their much deserved money. There was a big group of them in gym class who walked up to Jonny in the locker room as he changed into his gym uniform.

"Hey Jonny?" called out the leader of the thugs. "Where's your money?"

"What?" nervously answered Jonny.

"Your lunch money." reminded the leader of the thugs.

"We're here to beat you up for your lunch money." said one of the other thugs.

"I'm not going to give you that." argued Jonny.

With that, the leader of the thugs grabbed Jonny by the shirt and pushed him into the locker. "I'm not going to say it again. Where's your lunch money? Give it to me, or you'll be sorry!"

But it was no use continuing to argue. By then one of the thugs went into Jonny's locker and removed the wallet from his pants pocket.

"Well, well, well; what do we have here?" exclaimed the thug.

"Holy crap!" exclaimed another.

The leader slapped Jonny in the head before asking, "Now was that so difficult?" He released Jonny and grabbed the money to count it. "There must be a couple thousand dollars in here. What do you say we ditch school for today and live it up?"

The thugs left the school for the day and partied it up with two thousand dollars in cash that had been stolen from Jonny. And as you know, the money was taken by mistake. Mother and Father had struggled for a couple of weeks to save the money and use it for purchasing Mother’s new car.

So let that be a lesson to you: Don't leave money sitting on the kitchen counter at home.

The End!

Mistaken Identity

Hello All:
It's Friday which means that at some point this afternoon you will enter the door of your house and sigh a relief that the weekend is finally here. Wouldn't it be horrible if a situation like today's new story awaited you?
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Have a great weekend!

Mistaken Identity

It was a Friday afternoon as George walked in to his house after a long day—and a long week—of work. His wife, Beth, sat on the sofa and watched TV while waiting for him. "Hi honey!" she greeted upon seeing George. "How was your day?"

"Oh it wasn't bad." answered George. "Not bad for Friday."

Just then, their four-year-old daughter, Angela rushed in the room. "Daddy!" she exclaimed. "You're home!" She ran up to Father and was immediately scooped up to be hugged.

"That's right; I'm home. So were you good today?"

"Yeah..." answered Angela

"Well I don't know..." teased Father "Maybe I should ask Mommy." George looked over to his wife, Beth, “What do you say Mommy? Was Angela good today?"

"Oh, yes. She was very good today."

"Well then I will let you pick where we go for dinner tonight." promised George to his daughter. "Where would you like to go?"

"McDonald's! excitedly answered Angela.y

Just then, the telephone rang. With Angela still in his arms, George walked over to the phone. "This is probably one of those annoying telemarketers." he griped before picking up the receiver. "Hello?"

A cold voice on the other end simply asked, "So what's up?"

"Excuse me?” answered George.

"Never mind that!" the cold voice warned. "What's going on? And where are you supposed to be?"

"Who is this?” challenged George.

"You know damned well who I am!" snapped the caller. "If you want to play that game, then this is your parole officer."

"Parole officer?" repeated George with a forced giggle. "I'm afraid you have the wrong number."

"No, I’m pretty sure I’ve got the right person. We are getting a signal located near 1634 Virginia Avenue. And this system is very accurate. And like I said, I'm pretty sure it's you I'm talking to.”

"Look!" began George. "There is clearly a mistake here, and it sounds like you are looking for someone on house arrest and that he supposed to be home. It sounds like his whereabouts have been traced near my home. I can reassure you that I am not your criminal. But now that I think of about it, I hope that he is not hiding in my house, somewhere."

The caller interrupted, "Well is this George Ludwig?"

George was taken aback and hesitated. "That is my name.”

"How ironic!" answered the caller in a sarcastic tone. "Tell you what: don't go anywhere. You stay right where you are, and I will have the police there very shortly to come get you."

George had no idea what to think. A parole officer was clearly looking for a convict who apparently violated the terms of his house arrest and was now being traced near George's home. Maybe he cut the bracelet and dumped it nearby. Or worse, maybe this convict was physically hiding in George's house. But so ironic; this convict had the same name as George. Whatever the explanation, it was probably best for the police to come and investigate. "Sure..." cautiously agreed George. "Let the police come here and get things clarified. I don't know why your convict is being traced to my address. Have them come quickly to investigate and make sure he is not hiding in my home somewhere."

"I'll do that!" reassured the caller in a nearly threatening tone. He obviously did not believe George's story. "And don't go anywhere!" he ordered before hanging up.

"What was that about?" asked Beth.

George explained as best as he understood. Apparently there was some confusion, thanks to a convict on house arrest who had violated the terms of his arrest. He was now being traced to their home. And in a bizarre twist of coincidence, George had the same name as the convict. "But don't worry." reassured George. "As soon as the police get here, they will see that I am not this person. Then they will make sure that our house is safe and that he is not hiding here. Maybe this person cut his bracelet and left it in the front lawn near the bushes.

"Are you going to jail, Daddy?" asked little Angela.

"No, Sweetie." answered George. "The police are just coming here to make sure we are okay."

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Five minutes later there was a startling rap at the door. Police! Open up!”

George rushed over and opened the door. What faced him were four police officers with guns drawn and pointed at George.

"Get on the ground!" one of them ordered. "On the ground!"

Shocked and confused George did as ordered. The officers stormed into the house and immediately placed handcuffs over George who laid face first on the floor.

From the family room, little Angela started to cry and rushed over to Mommy for comfort and safety.

"What's going on?" nervously asked Beth.

"Ma'am, just sit tight." answered one of the officers.

Little Angela continued to cry while hugging her mother. What no one understood in that moment was that George had an unknown distant cousin with the same name who was on house arrest to finish a prison sentence for auto theft. He violated the terms of his house arrest and was now at 1634 Virginia Avenue. And as luck would have it, both men strongly resembled one another in appearance. Of course the police believed that the George in handcuffs was the wanted man.

Angela watched in horror as the police dragged her Daddy out the door to the police car. He was on his way to jail.

The End!

Read the Fine Print!

Hello All:

Over the Christmas holiday I received two bottles of what I would describe as jumbo bottles of wine. You’ve probably seen them on display at one time or another at an Italian restaurant. I'm not sure what their actual size was, but I would estimate them to be approximately a gallon each.

And so from the night of Christmas until the end of this weekend, I finished off both bottles of wine—resting some days in between. As I finished the final drop of wine from the second bottle on Sunday evening, I set my glass down and declared, “Both bottles have officially been finished off.”

How do I feel about this accomplishment?

I'm quite proud, actually. And it was nice to have nearly a nearly inexhaustible supply of wine throughout the holiday. I never had to worry about running out. But I am sad now that my holiday wine is gone. That's okay, this weekend I will be sure to run to the store and pick up more for myself.

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Today's brand new short story is a reminder to always read the fine print before entering a deal with a stranger.

Read the Fine Print!

Bonnie and Lori have been best friends for years. They met shortly after college at their new jobs, and have been very close ever since. It isn't uncommon for them to meet after work on a Friday night at some lounge or restaurant for a few drinks and maybe dinner. This is what they did on a recent Friday night. They met at the upscale Tollway Nightclub located a few blocks away from where they work.

Usually Bonnie enjoys a few shots of liquor before dinner, followed by a few more glasses of wine after her meal. Tonight she enjoyed a red zinfandel—her third glass—after finishing off a large appetizer platter with her best, Lori. By now, she was extremely buzzed and nearly drunk. It was then that seemingly out of nowhere a young man approached the table where Bonnie and Lori enjoyed there after dinner drinks.

Bonnie was certainly uninhibited at that moment from all the alcohol that she had consumed. And she initially believed that the young man had come over to hit on her. So she was sure to invitingly smile at him with a hint of seduction.

But what was this?

It almost seemed like the young man was nothing more than a salesperson that was there to sell something. “Excuse me, ma'am…” begin the young man. “I was wondering if you would be interested in earning $100 this evening by participating in an experiment.”

“An experiment???” nearly shouted half-drunken Bonnie with excitement. It was followed by a giggle. “What sort of experiment do you have in mind with me?”

The young man remained professional while pointing out, “Well, by the looks of you I can see that you have had plenty to drink.”

Bonnie’s friend, Lori, interrupted by laughing out loud. “Oh yes, she has had plenty to drink!”

“Well that's good.” calmly answered the young man. “She would be perfect for the experiment.”

“And what's the experiment?” quickly asked Bonnie with a beaming smile.

“Well we would like to measure the chemical reaction of alcohol against chemicals processed in your body. It's a very easy process, and you won't have to worry about a thing. And let me remind you that you will be earning $100 for participating. Plus it only takes about 15 minutes. You have nothing to lose. What do you say; are you in?”

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, “Sure, why not?”

“Very good!” exclaimed the young man. “Your friend can wait here while we go to the room where the experiment is set up.”

It was then that Bonnie felt a bit uneasy with the arrangement. She realized that in a nearly drunken state she was leaving her friend to go to a private and isolated place with the stranger. How safe would that be? But the young man wasn't bad looking at all. If he did try to take advantage of Bonnie, she would surely enjoy it. And it had been a long time since Bonnie got lucky—about six weeks since her last time.

And so Bonnie stepped away from the table and left her friend, Lori, alone. She followed the young man to the elevator and rode it down to the basement where she continued to follow him through a hallway, and into what appeared to be a workshop with small table at the center. “Please take a seat.” invited the young man. “By the way, my name is Bob.” He stuck out his hand in a motion to shake.

Bonnie accepted Bob’s handshake. “Nice to meet, Bob. I am Bonnie.”

Both sat down at the table. The young man, Bob, opened notebook and removed a sheet of paper. It was actually an agreement for Bonnie to sign so she could participate in the experiment. “This just spells out the details of how our experiment we will measure the chemical reactions in your body as you process alcohol.” explained Bob. “Like said before, in exchange you will receive $100 for participating.”

Bonnie was actually feeling quite drunk at that moment. She laughed hysterically before commenting; “Now I need to sign a contract with you?” Throwing all caution to the wind, she merely shrugged her shoulders; grabbed the pen located on the table, and boldly signed her name. It was then that a door opened from the opposite side of the room. In walked an older man who wore a lab coat with gloves. He pushed in front of him a cart with a glass tank seated on top. The older man looked to be like some sort of scientist.

“What's that?” asked Bonnie, now feeling a bit apprehensive with the new presence of the older man who had a glass tank.

“Try to relax…” reassured the older man. Everything will be ok.”

In her near-drunken state, Bonnie didn’t notice that the younger man, Bob, had stood up from his seat and walked to an area behind her. As the older man opened the lid on the tank, Bonnie grew all the more apprehensive. She was about to stand up and walk out. But then a pair of arms reached from behind and held Bonnie down. The arms were Bob’s, and they proceeded to wrap rope around her and the chair in means to tie her in place.

“What the hell are you doing? demanded Bonnie. “Let me go!” By now, she was firmly tied into the chair and there was no way to escape.

“Try not to worry.” urged Bob. “It looks like you are getting a bit nervous. The agreement you signed with us states that if needed, restraints will be used on you during the experiment.”

“What???? No!!!” cried out Bonnie. “Let me out of here!”

Bob walked around and sat down in the seat across from Bonnie. “But it was stated in the contract that you would not be released, no matter how much you begged. It’s written, here, in the fine print.” Bob held up the contract to show Bonnie.

“Unbelievable…” complained Bonnie. “This is not right.” She looked over to the older man who now picked up from the inside of the glass tank what appeared to be a rattlesnake. Bonnie wanted no part of a snake!  “No!!!” she screamed. “I don’t want to do something if it involves a snake!”

“Sorry…” rejected the older man wearing gloves with snake in hand. “A deal is a deal. You receive $100 for participating in our experiment. You signed a contract and there is no way out.” He positioned the rattlesnake by its neck and replaced its fangs against a milking glass. Immediately, venom poured in.

By now, Bonnie was turning ill at the sight of a mean rattlesnake dripping sickly venom into the glass. “What are you going to do with that?” she demanded.

The older man in lab coat did not answer. He simply set the rattlesnake back in the tank and quickly shut the lid. Then he removed a hypodermic needle from his side pocket and placed it in the venom at the bottom of the glass.

“Tell me you are not going to inject me with that!” cried Bonnie.

But the old man said not a word as the snake venom was drawn into the shot.

“Please stop!” pleaded Bonnie. “I don’t want to do this!”

“It will be okay…” reassured Bob. “And there’s no backing out. It's spelled out in the contract under the fine print. We will be injecting you with a small dose of snake venom to see how your body reacts under a near inebriated state.

The older man in lab coat approached Bonnie as she let out bloodcurdling screams. In horror she watched as the needle stuck into her arm.

Now what?

The End!