Excerpt: Fractal

Christopher Wilton was dead fourteen billion years before he was born. When the Big Bang happened, a long series of events resulted in his birth. He hadn’t even become aware of his existence until the age of five, when his brain finally saved his first memory. He remembered sitting in the back seat of a car in the middle of the night as his father ran across the street. There was nothing particularly spectacular about the memory, but as he focused, it was the furthest back he could remember.

He was in his Modern British Literature class when his brain made the connections necessary to recall the memory. In front of him was Kara, who wore a thong and pants low enough for him to see her butt crack. A copy of Brave New World rested on his desk. It had never been opened since it was created, but Christopher had enough of the plot memorized from cliff notes he found online.

That too was just a memory. That was back in high school, and was recalled while Christopher Wilton sat at the edge of a hospital bed waiting for the doctor, or scientist, or whatever the hell the guy was supposed to be. He held in his hand a signed form consenting to scientific experimentation on his body. There was an ad in his college newspaper looking for students between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-five. The ad didn’t specify how much he would earn for taking part in the experiment, but everyone he consulted about human testing said the money was good. They were right. As soon as he walked through the doors of the small building, an older man with a name tag saying “Joseph” and a big smile asked, “how would you like to make twenty-five thousand dollars?”