"Implement Factor VII." "Sir, if we do that,

"Implement Factor VII." "Sir, if we do that, the misanthropic squealers might go all 'nihilist' on us again!" "I am willing to take that risk. Implement it. That's an order."

So Admin # 555593 was put in a tough position. If he implemented Factor VII that would cause the Black Matter castanine reaction that would end chained molecules as we know it.

But he only feigned distress. Admin #555593 was a molecule anarchist who'd infiltrated the Central Bureau of Physical Law. He wanted to unchain atoms & return to primordial conditi

onality theory which he had studied in the Kentucky Kindergarten for the Children of Celebrity Geniuses. On the inside he was a cool as the cucumber in his air-condtioned

mind. The vents were placed above his ears as a child. His ideas were never over-heated. He was cool and calculated. His theories were never half baked but freeze dried and crystal

clear, like arctic ice. He didn't speak much, but when he did, his empty, expressionless tone left listeners chilled to the bone. He was frigidly rigid about global warming, angry

and brooding, he meaningfully strummed his guitar by the IRS, singing songs of peace and of reducing carbon emissions globally. He could afford a break. His last show raked in

5 American dollars for Greenpeace. He spent 4 of those on coffee. It was at this point in his life that the Doctor (for this man did have a pHD in Astrobiological Literature) had t

he audacity to spit in the face of the establishment. The doctor was carted off to the asylum where he lectured in Astrobiological Literature and frittered his last dollar away on