[Robert]

Robert has just completed some more enhancements to a website he has been working on for the last two years. The last several days were particularly hard on Robert and he has been up very late many nights in a row. Robert decides to take a break from his work and grab a drink at the Pub...

Robert enters the pub. "This is odd", Robert thinks. "My vision is blurred and I can't seem to walk straight, and yet I have not drank an alcoholic beverage in days." Robert takes a few more steps toward the Bar and then stops as his chin drops. A loud, high-pitched sound is heard coming from Robert's mouth. The crowd in the bar hushes as everyone turns to look at Robert. The sound continues. Robert's eyes are closed but his mouth is wide open. Someone from the back of the room yells, "He's yawning!". At that moment the sound stops and Robert closes his mouth. And then...Robert collapses with his outstretched arm reaching for the bar. Several guests come over to see if Robert is ok, but now Robert is making another noise. This time, it's snoring. Robert is sleeping on the bar room floor snoring away. People walk back to their tables and continue their discussions of physics, inflation, new theories of everything. Occasionally someone has to step over Robert, being careful not to step on him.

[Mr. Nobody]

A loud thump suddenly interrupts the peace. Mr. Nobody enters the room. A long coat, saoked in rain is being thrown on a bar stool. Mr. Nobody pulls out a megaphone from behind his back and puts it to Roberts ear. Mr. N. takes a deep breath, Robert still asleep, as ........

[Mr. Nobody]

....he yells at the top of his lung: "Hey Robert, I think you did an outstanding job of having created a world for us weirdos that hang out in cyberspace to contemplate the meaning of it all. However, while thinking the big picture to death, I got lost in the labyrinth of your forums. Help me find my way back to where I can feel interactions with other souls"

[Robert]

Robert awakens to see a man looking at him intently while yelling into a long black rubber hose as if it's a megaphone and thinks, "This guy must be drinking too much". The hose is flapping around wildly and knocks over a drink on a nearby table. Robert wonders what this odd and unusual man is saying into the rubber hose and listens carefully. Robert catches just a few words or is it his imagination? He hears "...created a world ...us weirdos... cyberspace to... big picture... lost... forums... you... need... more... forums... especially... a... math... forum".

Inspiration hits Robert as he suddenly stands, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes, and looks the man with the hose squarely in his eyes and says, "Yes Sir! You are correct. I do need to add more forums. A math forum is indeed needed along with a complete reorganization of many other forums". Robert feels energized now so quickly walks over to the bartender, orders a large black coffee to wake up, and asks to borrow a paper and pen. Robert then goes to a secluded table in the far back corner of the pub, takes a deep breath, and begins drawing diagrams and notes on the pad of paper as the creative juices begin to flow. And flow they do...

An hour goes by but Robert continues to write, completely focus on the task at hand. The music and clatter of the pub recede to the background as Robert considers major changes to the ToeQuest forums to better align them with the pursuit of the Theory of Everything.

Another hour and Robert asks the waitress for another large coffee. The writing continues. New ideas flutter in Robert's mind as he quickly captures them on paper. New connections are made and forums merged with new sub-forums emerging from their union. Whole new categories are created. Someone is crying into the microphone about Bill Gates but Robert doesn't even notice.

Another hour, another coffee. The writing, planning, and drawing continues ...and continues ... .

[Robert]

and continues. Robert has been working for 8 long hours and... "Another Coffee?" Robert SCREAMS as he quickly turns around. It is only the waitress again. Robert has become very jittery and nervous from drinking so much coffee throughout the night. He has even developed a slight twitch in his right upper eyelid. Robert says, "Oh? It's only you! Yes please. Just one more coffee and I should be done. Go now!". Robert returns to his diagram.

The waitress, thinking that Robert is so very handsome, but her range of interest and curiosity is now extending beyond Robert's handsome features. Without Robert noticing she peers over his shoulder and sees notes written on the table itself, the notepad had long ago shriveled up from spilt coffee. The table top looked a little like this ...

The waitress did not know what to make of all this so returned her attention to Robert's handsome features. She started walking back to the bar while looking back at Robert and bumps into the bartender. "Oh, I'm sorry", she says. The Bartender looks at her with a scowl on his face and says, "Did you know that young man is drinking a beer in here! Never mind, I'll handle it!". The bartender continues on his way. The waitress thinks that GUILLE is really going to get in big trouble this time. She continues on her way to fetch Robert's coffee...

[Mr. Nobody]

As Mr. Nobody, watched the whole thing in disbelief, mouth wide open, rubber hose dangling from his hand. Frozen with fear, like a statue in anther dimension, only being able to passively observe Roberts sprint of insanity.
What seemed like hours to Robert, was actually only minutes for Mr. Nobody and the rest of the bar. Robert was unaware of the fact that his slumber has misaligned him with reality and that his bizarre actions appeared like the motions of a "silent movie character", jerky dances of a possessed man, intent on the correction of perceived disorder. The resulting diagram so proudly presented by the mad man, left the bar dumbfounded, a collective "noooooooo......." can be heard in unison. Mr. Nobody no exception, still standing there, rubber hose in hand, staring in disbelief, mouth wide open, drool dripping on the floor.

[Robert]

Robert's head is on the table and he is asleep now, with drool oozing from his mouth as he snores away. How long has it been? Robert has been sleeping for days now. He occasionally cry's out some nonsensical words, but he is only talking in his sleep. The club patrons are worried, but politely keep their distance. The forum diagram is now finished after many hours, in fact days, of non-stop work by Robert. It was a heroic effort and now Robert sleeps...

"You are sooo beautiful", Robert cries out in his sleep as he rubs his forum diagram that he has drawn on the table top. "I love you soo much.." Robert now puckers his lips as he kisses the table top, which is covered with spilt coffee, peanut shells, and the occasional roach". Others are noticing Robert's strange and odd behavior and start gathering around his table. The attractive waitress says to Robert, "Robert, are you ok? Are you awake? I think you are still dreaming". Robert thinks, "My forums are talking to me" and smiles. As Robert slowly raises his head the fog clears, and he can see that it is the waitress, and not his forum diagram, who is talking to him. "Robert, please wake up! You have been sleeping for days now!", the waitress says. Robert has his head up now, and the crowd giggles and point at Robert's face where the forum diagram has been imprinted in black ink on the side of Robert's face!

Every so slowly, but now, picking up speed, Robert's consciousness returns to him in a flash. Adrenaline surges in Robert's veins as he realizes the task before him. Robert yell's, "How long have I been asleep!", "Why didn't anyone wake me!", "I have work to do!". Robert stands, hair sticking straight up on one side of his head, and accidentally knocks his chair over backwards with a loud bang. Next Robert takes his arms and sweeps everything off of his table so he can see his forum design clearly. Coffee cups, beer mugs, coffee stained sheets of notebook paper, and peanut shells, all fall to the floor. "I have work to do!", Robert yells again. "I have new forums to create, categories to open, sub-forums to start!! Everybody, out of my way!". Robert takes out his digital camera, takes several pictures of his forum design he so nicely drew on the table top.

The crowd is silent, all eyes focused on Robert, wondering what he will do next. "I must go now!" Robert says loudly. "I have work to do!" Robert says yet a third time. Robert turns to the door, eyes wide in anticipation, and makes his way towards the door. Stumbling a little at first, Robert knocks over a couple of tables, but regains his balance and picks up speed. Now Robert is running as he exits the Pub, swinging the bar room doors open with a loud bang. All club patrons are also running to the exit to watch Robert go. As everyone in the club exits to the sidewalk they can see Robert running down the street, into the night, slowly swallowed up by the night mist until he can be seen no more. "I have work to do" is heard faintly, one last time as it echos through the night air.

The pub patrons look at each other in joyful glee and they all raise their drinks in the air and shout in unison, "Here's to Robert and the new ToeQuest Forums". Bottoms are tipped up and the drinks are drained. The crowd re-enters the Many-Worlds Pub for refills, and the night goes on...

[Guille]

Guille, who had observed from a near corner Robert's actions, decided to pass nearby, for his curiosity insisted him into looking at the new toequest forums. He made a digital photograph of the paper, then went home, connected the camera tot he computer, oepned the image in paint, multiplyed the size by 2. And the everything was dificult to read, but atlest it was big. As guille has a bery good view, he manage to read a few new forum groups: virtual reality, idea, research, fundamental phenomenon, toquest especialty forums, member hosted forums and the amthematics ofrum. He then tried to work out particualr forums. He could read in the idea forums a few forums: description, pors, cons... He also observed some changes in some forums, for example, he obsrerved that the Theory of Everything forums were changed: e observed that the string theory and other toe theories were unifyed in Toe theories and this lead to 4 different subforums.

But most important for him, he could read many of the forums in the amthematics forum. He read: "philosphy of mathematics", "progress of mathematics", "geometry", and another one that said "general mathematics". The other fiew, he couldn't read.

Robert had been quite clever, the paper he had given was very small and itwas dificult to read, but guille was even smarter for he multiplyed by 2 and coudl see the mayor cahnges in the forums.

[Mr. Nobody]

"Where is Robert going and why did he take clothes off?" Somebody yelled from the rear of the bar. "Naked, yes, I did not notice, but now that you mentioned it, where did his clothes go?"
In his mad dash to get back to work, Robert jumped up and down so hard that his clothes slid from his skinny physique. Hands up in the air reminiscent of the child in "Home alone", Robert, as previously mentioned, ran down the street. However, the earlier narrator, forgot to mentioned that important naked part. It was easy to miss, since Robert's speed was blinding and his wooly, apelike body resembled the clothes he wore before

[Mr. Nobody]

"Do you think, he'll be o.k?" A voice whispered into Mr. Nobody's ear. Mr. Nobody, taken by surprise, answered with confidence: "Robert may look crazy, he may be running around town buck naked, but I think once he gets home, he'll be fine."
Jessica continued with her deep sexy voice, rubbing Mr. Nobody'd arm: "My oh my, what big biceps you have." Mr. Nobody, blushing with embarrassment obliged by flexing his arm: "You ain't seen nothing yet" as he stretched out his hand with a wink. Jessica, giggling with joy, grabbed his hand and they both disappeared into the night.........