Preston was never exactly ordinary; from a young age; he was known as brilliant, ever since diapers. At the age of two, he started reading novels. Some of his favorite books were about space travel and quantum theories. When he was five, he enrolled in high school. His mother was constantly worrying about him. While he was at school, his mother obsessed over him losing his innocence in the jungle that is high school.
Preston, in the other hand, was as enthusiastic as ever. He wanted to learn everything he could.  However Preston, standing at four feet tall, would often get trampled in the halls. People would not notice him, and would close doors on him. This did not discourage him; every day, he would come home with a smile on his face and a perfect score in his hand.
In school, Preston met his best friend Sofia. They walked together in the halls, ate lunch and studied together. Preston graduated with a 4.0 grade point average. His mother was overcome with happiness. After high school Preston went to an Ivy League university. Even though he was in college, Sofia would often visit Preston; they were still the best of friends.
Soon after Preston finished his first year of college, his mother became ill. He then wanted to drop out to take care of her. His mother told him to stay in college and focus in his education; she though dropping out would have horrendous consequences. He stayed in school to make her happy. Preston ended up graduating with a PhD in physics. He got a job at a local lad and installed a lab in his basement. Following, his graduation, his mother passed away. He became depressed; he lost his best friend. He began searching online about immortality. “She has to be alive” he thought. While researching he came across a thought theory by Mark Tegmark. It involved a lethal weapon and a device that measures the spin value of photons. Every ten seconds, the spin value of a fresh photon is measured. Conditioned upon that quantum bit, the weapon is either deployed or makes an audible click. He started thinking about his mother being alive again; he became overjoyed. He called Sofia and asked her to come over. Upon her arrival Preston told her everything, about his mother dying and his thoughts about quantum suicide. How you die in one world but live in another world? Is that even possible? Sofia took in everything he explained and without thinking she would give him an idea, she said “why don’t you just do the Schrödinger's cat thing”. Preston stood there looking at her; she could tell he was taking it into consideration.
            “Preston I was only kidding.”
            “No Sofia that’s a great idea.” Preston started pacing around the room.
            “But how?” Sofia got worried and sat down with her head in her hands.
            “What did I do?” upset, she tried getting Preston to forget about what she had said “c’mon lets go get something to eat” Preston was still pacing around the room.
            “How long has it been since you ate anyhow?” he paused then began to think. Sofia grabbed Preston and urged him out the door. “You’ll feel so much better once you’ve eaten.” They walked to Sofia’s car, she opened the door for him, and he got in. She walked around the car and got in. “Put your seatbelt on.” They started driving to an Indian restaurant up the road. Preston pulled out his phone and googled: Schrödinger's cat. He would need a large box, along with a device containing a vial of hydrocyanic acid.
            As they arrived at the restaurant Preston slipped his phone in his back pocket. Throughout their meal he would pull it out and look to see if he could attain any more information on the experiment. Eventually, he grew tired of hiding his findings from Sofia and spoke “I’m going to do it.” Sofia slammed her fork down and rolled her eyes.
“Sofia if you support me as much as you claim you do, you’ll stand by me. Please” Preston boasted as the check was placed on their table.
“I can’t it’s too risky” his best friend mumbled.
“I’m doing it” Preston placed two twenty dollar bills into the check folder.
Sofia sighed and got up from her seat “I guess I’m supporting you,” she cried as the two left the restaurant.
            When they got to Preston’s lab he strolled over to a cabinet and pulled out a big jug. “Acid?” Sofia question regretfully.
“Acid.” Preston reassured.
He raced over to a wall lined with drawers and out of one of the pulled a vial. While wearing gloves he stingily dropped acid into the vial. When the vial was full he began constructing a large box that would soon be his coffin.
When the box was completed he gingerly placed the vial in a corner. Just before entering he grabbed Sofia’s shoulder, swallowed and confirmed his reasoning.
“I have to do this Sofia, I have to” he said
“I know” Sofia replied
The two hugged and Preston interrupted by saying “I have to stop now; before it gets too tough.” He kissed his best friend on the cheek and climbed into the box.
“See you in the next universe.” Preston mumbled.
Sofia nodded. She was too upset to speak.
Preston shut the box and Sofia sat back and starred for hours until it became too much. As she gathered up the courage to leave she went up to the box, kissed the top and whispered “ see you in the next universe.” As she trotted out she spoke to herself nine words that forever stayed with her “I was never good at coming up with ideas”