Jan 11, 2007 03:47
Professor Mulrooney belonged to a different time. An era when innovations could come from tinkerers in their garages, hobbyists in their basements, from individuals with inspiration, and not from industry backed labs, or massive cooperatives that drew upon the international community. The greatest evidence of Mulrooney's bygone genius wasn't that he had managed to single-handedly invent a helmet that allowed one to see the grim reaper, but rather that he wasn't an engineer, optometrist, or even occultist. He had no formal learning in any of the areas that one would associate with such a project. Mulrooney was a professor of english.
Still, the fact remains; he had invented a device for seeing the anthropomorphic understanding of man's mortality.
"Oh ho, I am one clever son of a gun, I am! Why, with this marvelous device, no one need be surprised by their life's end again! Doctors will know which patients are in the most dire need of their care! Insurance agents will know which people are really bad investments! And I bet there are other uses I haven't even thought of!" Mulrooney did a little celebratory jig.
Of course, the first time he tried it, he saw nothing. After a moment's thought, Mulrooney snapped his fingers and cried, "Well, of course! There's no one around here who's about to die! Hm... where, where, where... I know! To the hospital!" With that, the good Professor got in his car and zipped over to the hospital.
Once in the ICU ward, Mulrooney slipped his helmet on, flipped the switch, and looked around to find...
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Yeesh, what was I thinking? That ending was awful, totally not anything worth showing.
It never happened.