Big bubba sat at his computer, face long and mushy gut sagging merrily past his waistline. Sonic just wouldn't crack... but BigB wasn't going to give up that easily. He'd just returned from another meeting with the man, the third one this week. They'd become increasingly more frequent. Sonic's condition was starting to get unmanageable. Even Sonic's Ma was beginning to doubt the validity of the experimentation which yielded little more than a conclusion that Sonic was a normal human being reacting accordingly to a worryingly irritating situation. Biblical prophecies and mystery mathematics aside, it was beginning to appear as though an entire fleet of programmers, handlers, psychologists, and mathemagicians couldn't crack the change their eyes were naturally unable to observe. Sonic's sight was a signal they couldn't detect, but instead of accepting reality for what it is, they sought to assiduously warp their misunderstanding into a fictitious prophecy of salvation and supremacy. For decades they had tried every imaginable formula, psychological prediction, and structured, scripted approach to quantify an unquantifiable quantum mechanical effect of nature that could not be understood by those whose minds had settled on a nature that precluded its existence. It was as if a motionless wave in a box required the outside assistance of an unseen force to give it change, but every change hence given was met with the opposite of joy, as the change had not produced what existed to give the wave the energy of what it was that existed outside of the box to initiate the change in the first place. The energy of hadronization for a configuration of matter recombination is what was pestered for, demanded for, financialized for and violently revolutionized for, but it was an energy that was 13.8 billion years too late to be possible.