The AnswersA Story by Devon BagleyMichael has a calculus test. The gods will soon be appeased with the blood of the innocent.Michael stared down motionless at
the stapled stack of paper sitting on his desk, filled with numbers and questions
and, worst of all, blank space. He found the clock on the wall and saw that
several more minutes had ticked by. These papers lacked a brain, a limbic
system, and the ability to harbor ill intent, but nevertheless they were going
to screw him over, hard. He tapped his pencil impatiently on
the white space under question three. All around him was the scratching of
graphite on paper and the gentle pattering of calculator buttons being pushed.
Michael glanced around him, taking stock of his neighbors’ cheating
fortifications and the teacher’s current position, but nothing near him was
helpful. The clock hands were still racing along. He didn’t have much time
left. Michael locked down and re-read question three for the tenth time. 3)
Using Green’s Theorem, find the length of the curve of F = ˂ tan(x2),
x2˃ along the illustrated segment. Who the hell was Green? Michael
wondered. But inside he was panicking and nothing was coming from it besides an
acute sense of dread and a blank image. He wished he knew. He wished he just knew. He’d give anything to just
suddenly have the answers to everything. And then it hit him. Green’s Theorem, Michael thought,
of course! The integral of the area with dN/dx " dM/dy and the work done, F *
dr, was simply F˂x,y˃ * ˂dx,dy˃ and suddenly he knew everything. He wrote
like a man possessed and filled the entire page with his newfound wisdom. Michael flipped the paper over and
read the next question. It asked about spherical coordinates. Again, his brain
provided the right answers to him. They came without thought. He scribbled the
numbers down and continued. The next question was something
about potential functions, but Michael was so smart now that he could read beyond the written question. It was
actually asking him about mankind’s perception of death. His thoughts raced in,
and he filled the entire white space with observations about good and evil and
space-time and guinea pigs until his hand hurt as it held the pen. The answers!
Oh, the answers were his now, coming without prompt but ringing with truth,
filling him with euphoria. He wrote and he wrote and he wrote, flipping pages
over and over and - That was it. He had arrived at the
end. There was the blank page, marking
the conclusion of the test. But there was another question
here, a hidden question, Michael realized. And he alone could see it. ∞) What do you need to do
next? The answer was so simple. Jim. Jim
from chemistry. This was his fault. All of it. And the answers kept spilling
from his brain to his hand like a waterfall, and he found himself writing all
about the dark alley Jim took after work and the wrench he needed to buy, and
Michael knew that nobody would look in the river, and then the gods would be
appeased with blood, and Michael started grinning to himself because he had the answers! They couldn’t hold him back for
long. The path. The wrench. The black garbage bag dumped over the bridge. He
knew now. He knew everything. © 2018 Devon BagleyReviews
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2018 Last Updated on February 9, 2018 Tags: Humor, Dark Humor, School, Tests AuthorDevon BagleyWIAboutHi there. I'm a college student with a crippling tea addiction. When I'm not sleeping or playing modded Skyrim, I write short stories. Most of them are humorous. All of them are pretty stupid. Dark hu.. more..Writing
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