Nepal, June 27 -- A thin film of bluish light woke me up as I lay there for years. The silver hairs and dried skin on me were crystalline, and the reflection of my success was very clear. The demarcation of my joy was boundless..

I hastened to get rid of all the cables and cords creeping over me along with patches across my head. Despite the rage of excitement flowing all through my blood, I carefully twisted the handle of the door and allowed the bullets of light from a completely novel generation to traverse through me. I stepped out from my Carbon-Tungsten-Rhenium (CWRe-043) made time machine and felt a very rigid deck below. I was hoping for the place where I stood, my pro tempore, in the basement of Mr. T's house.

As I strolled a...