Forcing my tired limbs to push my body away from the slippery ground, I stared curiously at my surroundings.
Was I dreaming...?
The sparkling ocean, clear and bright, stretched across the landscape as far as my eyes could see. The skies so clear I could see the brilliant blue that stormy grey clouds once hid so zealously away from the drab, weary inhabitants of the lands below. The sun, still shining brightly, dragging its light yellow fingers over the waves to create the tell-tale sparkle of a healthy environment.
Clear.
Bright.
Peaceful.
Free.
Words that I could not use to describe my own world. The world I was born into, forced to grow up faster than others, full of things I could not discuss in polite company. No, this world I see before me, it is nothing like the world I knew and flourished to my maximum capacity in the test of survival of the fittest. By now, the revelation that these thoughts brought to me in the haze of confusion, struck me. Like Rutherford who had found an inconsistency in Thomson's plum pudding model, I too had found an inconsistency in my usual expectations.
And like Rutherford, like any other good scientist in my position, I made my hypothesis.
I was in a whole other world.
