At that point I was nothing more than some potassium, carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, and trace sulfur and iron atoms in the soil of Poland and the US. I would later become food, which my parents would then consume to create the gametes that would form me. Man, was it boring- things really slowed down after that last asteroid hit, but it was better than sitting in the center of a sun. People complain about heat waves- bah, that's nothing, try living where it's so hot that matter no longer exists in the gaseous state. After the star blew up I got in this horrible car accident- it was a 2x10^(2x10^(2x10^10)) atom pileup- it took me billions of years just to get the insurance paid off. When things finally cooled down I found a job at the local sea bottom sealing off dead plankton, but after a while I got bored of just sitting there in the ground with nothing to do but oscillate and talk to my neighbors who could never make up their minds: wave, or particle. By 1966, my dad was around 10-12, and my mom was just 2-3 years old.
-Penguin
