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He picked up the rock and examined it. It was smooth, and not exactly what you should find in the middle of a field. Turning it over revealed an inscription. Strange, he thought, that’s not English. He put it in his pocket, but it began to get hotter, and hotter and HOTTER. He dropped it back in the field and left it there permanently.
Quiet, then - a thought bubbles up. Bloink! A new idea is born. The thought becomes an action. The action effects change. The change takes over the world. The world is different. People are different. People think.
The two boys ran to the tracks. "Do you got a penny?" "Naw, just a nickel." "That'll do."
They wait for the train to show up. The nickel glistens in the heat of the sun. Hours pass. They leave and come the next day. The nickel has fallen off the tracks. "Rats!"