• As the sun slowly rises from the east to the west, the people of the Kingdom of Millard wake up from their beds and start yet another day of their unbelievably normal lives. That is, except for one.
    Watson rolled himself out of his bunk as soon as the sun centered itself in the sky. The awfully strong sunshine kept Watson locked up inside until it became safe for him to get out of his home. "Today is the big day," he told himself excitedly.
    He walked out of the door when the sun was at a degree of 68 to the west. Even though Watson obviously is not an early bird, he insists that he is. With quick steps, he walked to the center of the kingdom, where the main laboratory is. Watson worked as an "inventor"; a job he believed is important while the other citizens admitted that it is completely not.
    Entering the door to his left, just because it is the one that sounded "right" to him, Watson headed to the fifth floor, precisely to the Lab of Extra Great Inventions, the one which Watson named himself because he believed that all of his inventions are "extra great".
    Closing the door of his lab on the fifth floor of the main laboratory in the Kingdom of Millard, Watson disappeared inside for five solid days. He never showed his face out of there, not even once. The citizens did not notice his disappearance because, really, Watson is not important at all.
    On the sixth day, when the sun was at a degree of 26 to the east, Watson stormed out of his lab's door with pure excitement; an excitement the other citizens knew very well, but never in their uneventful lives ever experienced. After all, that was how Watson always looked like whenever he finished forming a new idea of his. This time was different, however, because Watson took more time to finish it and because he looked, well, extra odd afterwards. Could it be that he actually succeeded on inventing something useful instead of garbage?
    Watson went to the box that is responsible for taking objects to another floor; the queer box the people of Millard considered evil. (It is nowadays called elevator, I assume.) That was the first time any human being used that box ever since it was built, 40 years ago.
    Reaching the sixtieth floor, Watson was left with two choices: the door to his left, which is called the Left Door and is for the inventions that are a failure, the one Watson knew very well; or the door to his right, which is called the Right Door and is for the inventions that are a success. Surprisingly, Watson chose the Right Door. It seems that today is the big day, after all!
    "I have made it, Professor R.!" yelled Watson with joy.
    "Are you mad, citizen number 457,332?!" exclaimed Professor R. with a hint of annoyance.
    "Oh, no! I am anything but mad, Professor R.! I have accomplished something this time!"
    "Speak up, 457,332, and make it quick."
    Watson approached the Professor slowly, with a grin that extended from ear to ear. In his hand, there was a tiny machine with black buttons and red wires all around it. He gave the suspicious machine to the Professor, while explaining its purpose enthusiastically:
    "It is a time machine, Professor R.!" begun Watson, "you see, it is a machine that can send you to a different time, by taking your cells on a trip to a different dimension. Isn't it a marvelous i—"
    "Stay back, 457,332!" interrupted Professor R. with a terrified expression on his face, "guards! Guards!"
    The guards came running to the office of Professor R., with rifles and shields in their hands. They surrounded Watson from every side, aiming their guns to the center of his skull.
    "Citizen number 457,332 has broken the law," Professor R. said to the soldiers, "you know what to do, S24."
    S24 nodded his head once, and then headed to Watson's direction. With a confused look, Watson froze on his place, unable to object or even say a word.
    "You are coming with us, 457,332," S24 ordered.
    "W-what is going on? I demand an explanation!" yelled Watson.
    Everyone was silent and Watson fell onto a deeper confusion.
    "You fools!" he cried, "I am saving you all from this ignorance you are living in! Can you not see that I am a bless to this ungrateful kingdom?!"
    "We order you to keep quiet, 457,332," said S24.
    Watson, of course, could not keep quiet. He cursed and kicked all the way, until they all reached the Square. What a major pain, he was!
    In the Square, there was a thick-looking rope in the middle and, gathered around it, there were about 96 citizens. Watson now knew what was waiting for him.
    "Put the rope around his neck, S50," S24 ordered a fellow soldier to his left. S50 did as he was told, while S24 begun declaring the misdeed which Watson had made:
    "As ordered from Professor R., the one behind the Right Door and the head of the Successfulness Office," said S24 in a monotone, as if he has memorized all of this by heart, "I here present to you citizen number 457,332 on his last day upon the earth. The Master, of whom we all love and respect, wrote in Book 5 issue 66—and I quote—that: "A man who invents a successful invention must be hanged immediately. Our society does not accept prodigies in specific, and citizens who are different from us in general." End quote."
    "You ignorant fools! This Master of yours is an illusion!" yelled Watson hopelessly.
    "Everyone, stand in 4 straight line, if you may please."
    The 96 citizens quickly organized themselves in 4 lines. They studied Watson silently, judging him from tip to toe.
    "S50, you may proceed."
    S50 gave S24 a slight nod.
    "Silence, everyone!" ordered S24 sharply.
    Watson felt fear running through his spine. He wanted all of this to be a dream; he wanted everything to go back the way it was, but he knew very well that this was the reality he was going to face. No matter what he did, no matter what he said, there was no escape.
    "You despicable souls!" Watson spat his last words, "Curse you! Curse each and every one of you!"
    And then S50 pushed our poor Watson off of the chair, strangling him with that old, brown rope of which he deserved to be hang with from the very first day he came in to this place. What a joy!
    The citizens of the Kingdom of Millard spent few seconds staring at the dead body of their dear, good-for-nothing neighbor. They shook their heads with pity, turned around, and got back to their boring lives, continuing on with their daily routines, bothered that they wasted two minutes of their precious time watching a stubborn man dying helplessly.