Oct 28, 1986

Today is my birthday. So I have decided that I will make a little basic sketch of how I am going to make the plan work.

First I need to become a doctor.
Then I need to somehow dominate the world.

But first I need to become a doctor.

Closed quarters combat.

"85" he said. But then after a couple seconds he saw and it wasn't 85 so he said, "Wait, its 90."
He didn't get a response.

He was wondering why not and he realized it wasn't 90 anymore. So he said, "Wait, its 95."
No response.

"Three figures?" he asked. And ofcourse it happened. So he said, "110"
There was a smile but a very indifferent sort of smile.

It was now time to close the quarters.
He pulled the blade down. It was shining very elegantly in the moonlight.
This was now his space.
A place that would not vent anything except for that distinct thumping sound he was hearing.

He was wondering what the smile could have meant when it was time for an update.
He made sure he was reading the figure correctly. He said, "160"
The quarters were now getting uncomfortably warm.
Now he was consciously hesitating to look.

What he saw raised his eyebrows.
He could still hear that sound, although a lot more clear this time.

Finally he exclaimed in disbelief, "What, 179? Is this a dream or one of those multidimensional theory jokes?".....

.....And god said, "288. No, it's not a dream. And god forbid you take it as a joke."

and there was light.