Glass of Water (PtPb and Kip)
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				Title: <strong>Glass of Water (PtPb and Kip)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 17:30:08</strong>
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				Gabriel sat alone in class, it was easier that way. Mostly because sitting through his lectures was boring and unecessary. No matter what the teacher said, he'd already seen it all play out in his head a thousand times. It was strange, he'd see everything, practically feel where he was, what he was going to do, and then, he'd cough, and see it all again, though that didn't stop him from writing down his notes.<br><br>He wrote his notes in real-time, despite the fact that he'd already heard the lecture more than once. In fact, he'd even heard a few weeks worth of lectures, in his head, when he bothered to focus on the ability that had been a constant part of his life.<br><br>Strange...he'd never really lived, or so he saw it, just avoiding everything bad and taking all the good meant that his life was rather boring, no down-swings to enhance the happy times. After all, what was the need to learn a hard lesson by breaking your leg falling out of a tree, when you'd already seen yourself do it, and could just climb down safely?<br><br>This was the kind of problem he had, what should he actually give in to? He could have any girl, or boy, provided enough time, because he could see all the possiblities. He wasn't sure that relationships really mattered when they were that easy, so he hadn't bothered in years. In fact, he hadn't bothered with much. He didn't have to work, winning the lottery was as easy as going down to the 7/11 and picking numbers, of course he never won much, and not all in the same place, a few thousand a week usually, and he usually went to different corner stores, never good to have someone notice his lucky streak, though he knew the lottery probably had, but then, they probably assumed he also bought a who slew of tickets that he got nothing on, and was losing overall.<br><br>So...he gave into school. He didn't live his life ahead of time, didn't take notes before the professor had spoken the words he'd write, and he sat through lecture after lecture. He'd long since gotten over any major fear that the government waas going to show up and abduct him for experiments, but it always helped to be prudent, so he tried to be careful to live his life in the present moment, as much as was possible.<br><br>He couldn't help but imagine that he was meant for something more than just going to school, and then getting a job he'd never have to work hard at to do perfectly.<br><br>"What is the difference between life and death?" asked the professor. This caught Gabriel's attention, if only because it was something he hadn't really payed much attention to in terms of the lecture, something he hadn't really anticipated, even if he knew it was coming.<br><br>"A glass of water..." he said, from the back, flicking the messy blonde hair from his face, as he did so.<br><br>"Care to explain...Mr. Delacroix?" asked the professor, having to look to his attendance sheet to find out his name.<br><br>"The difference between life and death is a glass of water," he said, "the butterfly effect is moronic, given that a miniscule number of butterflies would do...in prehistory, anything even minutely important to history...but a glass of water...there are millions and millions every year, and reaching for one...being handed one...pouring yourself one...all of these things take time, and in human interactions, the removal of a glass of water can be the difference between life and death..."<br><br>"Give us an example," he said, seeming intrigued.<br><br>"Say the selection committee for the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna were poured glasses of water and asked to review the applications. One of the memebers finishes his halfway through the day, and nobody is around to refill it, he becomes thirsty, the day is hot, and but for that glass of water, the member who might've been on the fence about a prospective student chooses to deny him, because as we all know humans are never entirely unbiased by their situation..." he said.<br><br>"So what you're saying is that the glass of water determined the course of someone's life, maybe made them poor, or starving..." said the professor.<br><br>"No, what I'm saying is...they rejected Hitler and he found another use for his time..." he said. The moment he did, the outrageous laughter, at both him, and the teacher, who'd failed to see the connection, erupted. He'd seen it coming, and that, somehow made his moment of triumph seem...mundane. After all, anybody could win a rigged game or seduce someone by making no mistakes. Though, he knew, in the end, he wouldn't have given it up, there was no life for him without it. He knew that without knowing...he'd never be able to continue. Of course, all he was continuing towards the was the blank hole in his future and the gun. Though, he'd never seen how long it was until then. There were no dates, or clocks on that prediction, just a gun, and something he couldn't see. Something that terrified him.<br><br>He gathered up his books and left before the rest of the class, making his way out onto the campus boardwalk, back towards his apartment building. Some place where seeing the future only meant avoiding spilling a glass of milk.<br><br>
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