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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: "Due to a number of losses in my family at the time of this writing," writes author Lorraine Pinelli Brown, "death was foremost on my mind. Was there life after death, I wondered? Was there really? I hoped. I had also just accidentally come across The Heisenberg Principle (aka The Uncertainty Principle) in my reading. When I thought to blend the two questions into one, I had my story. In a flash I had the idea to take a Roman Catholic priest and an Athiestic scientist, give them both a terminal disease, stick them in a little room, and let them figure it out."

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2001

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [75 KB], eReader (PDB) [33 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [84 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [84 KB], hiebook (KML) [74 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [64 KB], iSilo (PDB) [12 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [54 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [24 KB]
Words: 4200
Reading time: 12-16 min.
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He knew the stages.

Kubler-Ross's writings had been etched into his brain when he was an undergrad at Cornell, but knowledge of what was to come didn't ease his mind or alter his responses. He hated the doctor who broke the news to him; he found himself hating all those who were young. "Why me?" he asked himself again and again, though he understood there was no why--just randomness. Then he found himself vowing good deeds, to himself really, for he knew there was no God. If only he had another chance!--his project at the lab was yet unfinished. All he needed was time. Okay, more time than they said he had, but was he asking for so very much?

He pictured the laboratory in which he had worked all his life. He visualized his workstation, where he spent his days following the evidence, using his instruments, casting aside all other things, in search of truth. He had lost his family because of it. He had no friends. He knew someone was sitting on his stool, using his petrie dishes, throwing his microscope out of focus. The Director was never one to waste time.

Time.

Not enough of it in which to live, too much of it left in which to die.