I kept walking, the bar of gold in my satchel. What I did to get it was... Not something I wanted to discuss. But I was walking to find a place where I could use the bar to buy a new life.
But it had been years since I started to walk, and still hadn't found anything. But I was hopeful that I-
"Hey mister, know where the mountain is?"
I sighed, knowing that that stupid a question meant this was a robbery, so I grabbed the bar and started swinging.
Which was a part of how I got it.
When I heard that the opposing army was led by knights, after the misunderstanding about them only fighting by moonlight, I requested to know more about them. I was soon given a book on wartime etiquette and such, which I read quickly.
Upon being told several times that this wasn't a joke, that this was how they acted, I sent a messenger to assure them that while we lacked their obvious breeding, we'd abide by their rules.
When the messenger came back unharmed with a condescending reply, I was very pleased, as I began to plan out my cheating tactics.
Every action has a reaction, but for every action and reaction, they need to be observed.
After all, if unobserved particles may or may not exist, in places that cannot be determined, you can't run a universe without someone there to watch every atom to make sure it doesn't vanish suddenly.
So there exists The Watcher, there to observe every atom, every picosecond, to keep them honest.
So, yes, technically you are under observation at all times. But don't worry. They only care about your atoms, they don't give a fuck about you as a person.
Unless you destroy atoms.
The Entity showed me the slight, random change in my past that differentiated this other universe to my own, and then the categorically better life that other version of me was living.
After a few moments, it seemed to not get the reaction it was expecting.
"Doesn't that make you mad? Angry at that other, luckier you?"
"Not really."
The Entity seemed taken aback, so I continued.
"Hey, he got the lucky break via a broken leg, more power to him. Why should I be angry?"
The Entity left, looking for another of us both that felt like it did.
The techbro was speaking slightly too fast and loud as he explained his hiring practices.
"And another thing, as I'm talking to them, I have my assistant go out and look at their car and prepare a report for me. Your car totally tells me everything I need to know, is it full of crap? Is it a banged up rust bucket? Then I ain't hiring you."
Something inside my head snapped slightly.
"And I assume no car means?"
"Oh, losers need not apply!"
I thanked him for his time then headed for my helicopter to get away very fast.
What had begun as a friendly discussion turned to a friendly argument, into a less pleasant argument, into almost a full blown raging row.
In an attempt to head it off (and stop the yelling), the bartender suggested we settle it with a pool game.
Both of us seemed to think we were better than the other so we agreed.
It took three hours.
Must have been the booze, but we kept missing seemingly every shot, but eventually, he finally sunk the black ball and won.
I was just glad it was over so I shut up.
But I'm right.
