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Of all the stories, the most inflated was the biography of Benjamin Franklin. I refused to believe that any one individual could be responsible for inventions ranging from the light-bulb to electricity to the concept of yellow. There had to be some distortion in there somewhere.
But as I sat alone in my bed, reading over all those great stories of all those great men, I couldn't help wonder... what were they like? How did they live? How close were they to the legends they inspired? The Founders- they had a whole mountain carved out in their image. What must a man do to earn that kind of respect?
A few hours later, I was back on Derry's doorstep. It was four in the morning. Getting her to answer the door was a challenge.
'Jesus, Jasie.' Her yawn was a roar. 'What do you want?'
'You were right.' I pushed into her flat with
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What will I tell him, when he wakes up? The truth. For a given value of truth.
History reserves the right to be edited.
And Iโll keep his little group goingโฆ but Iโll point them in a better direction. White was probably right-the world does need a revolution-but he was in too much of a hurry. He wanted to bring an old age back. I think Iโll settle for something new.
Iโm an engineer. I like to invent things.
The real Benjamin Franklin earned his place in history. So did Jacob White. Now itโs my turn, and even if Iโm walking in a dead manโs shoes, I can make my way afresh. No man called โFranklinโ has ever been elected President. Given the nameโs track record, I think thatโs a terrible shame.
I threw Daniel out first, hoping heโd be all right. The terrible, terrifying darkness beyond consumed him. I heard a thump.
My turn.
This was the life of Jacob White, flashing before my eyes. Itโs over now; weโre coming clear of memory.
Iโm done with living history.
I stuck my head out into the black, breathing in the night. It was so dark out thereโฆ you could fool yourself into thinking there was no ground at all. I might fall forever. I might fly.
I jumped, coat tails flapping.
All of that was then.
And this is now.
I hit the ground.
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