text: A frail old man sits in his favorite park, on his favorite bench feeding the pigeons that gathered around his feet. It's what he did every day. It was really the only pleasure he had left in life. Everything else had been taken from him. The old man gets a scowl on his face as he remembers the things he lost. He lost his achievements. He lost his building. He lost his reputation. He had revolutionized the world. But his quarrelsome and suspicious nature made sure he made enemies. And he had made plenty of enemies over his years. His enemies were incredibly powerful. Not only powerful but influential as well. Enemies that made sure he was known as a hoaxer, a charlatan, a fraud, a crackpot... Enemies he was sure were responsible for setting fire to his first building. Enemies that put him in his current position; penniless and living out of a small hotel room. The old man lets out a depressed sigh as he continues to feed the ever growing group of pigeons in front of him. He still can't believe that even after all he's done, he's going to be remembered as a failure. The old man was so wrapped up in his own despair and occupied with feeding the pigeons, he didn't notice he was being watched. That was until a well dressed man approached the bench. The old man was of course aware he was being watched. They had been watching him for years now. Hell, he knew the people watching him had rooms down the hall from his. He was old, not stupid. "The fools" he thought to himself as the well dressed man got closer to him. The old man noticed this man was different than the others. The others tried to stay hidden while they spied on him. The well dressed man looked different. The old man couldn't quite place why the man looked different. It almost looked like he didn't belong. Like he was trying very hard to look normal. "Do you mind if I sit here?" the well dressed man asked the old man. The old man said nothing and didn't even bother to look up from feeding the pigeons. "It's a beautiful day out today, wouldn't you agree?" the well dressed man said as he sat down next to the old man. The old man still said nothing but he did notice that the well dressed man had a book on his lap. But it wasn't enough of a curiosity for the old man to say anything. The well dressed man sighed and leaned forward. "I know who you are sir." The old man really wasn't surprised. He had been well known once. He had been famous. "I know what you have done." the well dressed man continued. "I know you're worried that you will be remembered as a failure." That caught the old man's attention. But he still did not say a word to the well dressed man. "I know you live in the hotel across the street. I know why you keep pigeons in your room. I know that you're being watched." the well dressed man said. The old man turned his head and stared at the man sitting next to him, locking eyes with him. A look of absolute shock was on the old man's face. The eyes of the old man asked the question the old man couldn't find the voice for, "Who are you?" "I have good news and bad news for you sir." the well dressed man said. "The bad news is and I am very sorry to say that tonight sir, you will die in your sleep." The old man was shocked but for some reason he believed what he was just told. He stopped feeding the pigeons and hung his head. He began to tear up. He wasn't surprised and in a strange way, he felt some relief in finally knowing it would all be over soon. "The good news is you will not be remembered as a failure. In fact I have the proof right here." said the well dressed man as he patted the book on his lap. The old man couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was almost ready to yell at the other man for lying to him. But before he could, the well dressed man said "Would you like to see it?" The old man nodded his head and was given the book. The book had all its pages glued together, except for the middle of the book. When the old man looked inside the book, he couldn't believe his eyes. Colorful pictures danced in front of his eyes in a way he had never seen before. The text that accompanied the pictures was so clear, he was absolutely amazed. After 10 minutes the pictures had stopped and the old man had tears in his eyes again. But this time it was from joy. He was going to be remembered! He was going to get credit for everything he has done! The well dressed man grabbed his book, stood up and began to walk away. "Th...Thank you. Thank you so much" the old man said as he finally found his voice. The well dressed man stopped, turned his head and said "You're welcome Mr. Tesla." With that, the well dressed man turned around and walked out of the park.