Timmy groaned as he heard the shrill voice of his alarm ringing through the house- his mum had clearly rewound it as he was sleeping. It was a full-scale lockdown and he still needed to get up early? Man, couldn't he just have a lie-in? It wasn't like he had to do anything- nobody did. The compulsory work from school was gone. The training regimes from Shawn and Isaac could be completed later. Society did not require him to do anything else. Many of his friends, including Karl, just watched TV all day.
It was a strange change, and not one which Timmy had anticipated nor experienced ever in his fifteen years of life. All the compulsory things no longer held significance. He was free to do what he wanted. For once, he had a lot of freedom. Routine was destroyed, and the normal things which pushed him around barely hanging on from one location to the other were now non-existent.
People often wanted to do a lot in their lives. They wanted to try many things. They wanted to acquire many things. They wanted to achieve many things. Timmy did too.
Turns out, people shouting at you can actually have an adverse effect. Timmy often found that it hardly made him pleased, and even ended up in less productivity. He attributed it to all the 'noise' which flew overhead. In pushing to do too much, he fell to the greatest human trap of all: the tendency to do nothing. Inertia.
Inertia = mass * acceleration. That was the last thing Timmy had learnt in Physics class before school shut its doors. In life, you had a lot of acceleration, a lot of momentum from the people around you. Some of them encouraged you to do a lot. Some of them forced you to do a lot. But they did give you a lot of push. Such was life. As much as Timmy wanted it sometimes, he knew he couldn't do absolutely nothing.
But what about mass? Timmy wondered what constituted mass. Was it the same thing which tied him to his bed now that the acceleration and push from a normal-functioning society was gone? He wasn't sure. But after all, all of his friends had that same mass too. They didn't want to do anything anymore.
Timmy sighed and closed his eyes, smacking the alarm to snooze mode. A world champion could often think of only one thing, and he remembered the successes he had achieved. They had all worked so hard for it, and he was so happy when they won. He had never thought he would go so far. He was sure his mother hadn't when she bought him Titan for his 10th birthday.
He sighed as the alarm blared again. Finally he decided to reach a compromise.
He would not be a heavy person. He would do what he should be doing, even if there was no push to ease him along.
The bed creaked as Timmy's feet hit the floor.