The G Particle

- The G Particle

- Midpoint

The G Particle

A Micro-Short Story

By:

Y. Correa

Smashwords Edition

Copyright Y. Correa 2014

The clicking sound of G's laptop when it opened was so very familiar. For the oddest of reasons G found solace in it. At times he almost felt as if his computer were an extension of himself. Then again, he was a Computer Programmer specializing in Video Game Design. So in a manner of speaking the computer indeed was an extension of him.

Today, like everyday in his life G got up, got ready for work, caught the number 7 north bound bus to Randolph Street, crossed the road and walked into the enormous building that housed his employment. He hated the morning commute. The redundancy therein made him sigh in contempt. However, this was his reality and he might as well deal with it.

Just like he did everyday, G went to the break-room, fixed himself a cup of coffee. Cream, no sugar. Trekked to his cubicle and plopped on the chair to start his mornings labors. Not that this type of work could really be considered labor—but work was work, and he got to fiddle with what he loved the most, so it was good.

G was fascinated with the way the little people that he created moved around, unaware that he was the manipulator at the controls of their lives. It always reminded him of so many things: life, science, religion, things of the sort.

Being the nerd that he was, the unexplained always intrigued him. Especially, the thought of God and the discovery of the god particle.

He couldn't help but think about it's complexity.

The god particle was the informal name for Higgs boson. Which is a subatomic particle whose existence is predicted by the theory that unified the weak and electromagnetic interactions. In laymen turns, the god particle was the particle that unified the universe and everything in it.

Still he couldn't help but wonder if the way that he handled his creations was the same way that our Creator influenced us. Were we too just pawn in the board game of God?

“Fascinating.” G said aloud at the thought by accident. Flinching he looked over the wall of his cubicle to ensure that no one was listening. Luckily, no one here ever listened.

Fidgeting around with his mouse while engulfed in his creation and pondering the complexities of the universe G did his eight hours and finished his day.

Again, he took the number 7 bus, this time south bound, walked down Lafayette Street, pulled out his keys and opened the door.

During the remainder of the day, G went out to dinner with his best friend, came back home to watch the game, had an insignificant argument with his girlfriend over the insufficient time that he spent with her, then had a beer before showering and jumping in bed.

Closing his eyes, he had one last thought before dozing off to sleep. “God, why is my life so boring? Please give me a little excitement for once.”

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The clicking sound of His laptop as He closed it always gave Him solace. “I think I need to make his life a little more exciting.” Said God, as He clapped it closed.