A story about... Nothing © 2000 Damon Diehl, Marg Frey, Greg Gbur, Bryce Graves-Hurst	MARG	GREG	BRYCE & DAMON
				DAMON & BRYCE
			BRYCE	GREG & DAMON
				DAMON & GREG
			DAMON	GREG & BRYCE
				BRYCE & GREG

Nothing felt drawn inexorabily toward the moment of epiphany of insight. It couldn't fight, for that was not nothing. Every act of resistance seemed to only add another layer of definition. At last nothing did what it did best. Nothing did nothing.

There is a game. The opposite of twenty questions, where none of the players know the answer. But with each question, the possibilities become increasingly limited, until finally only one possible answer remains. That was what was happening to the nothing.

Nothing realized that it had never been nothing at all. Nothing had been everything. Every possiblity. Every potential. Nothing could have been anything, but now that it had broken the surface, it was doomed to become only one thing. Nothing felt the strangling confines of reality pushing in on all sides.

Realizing that it had sides, nothing began to resign itself to the fact that it must definitely be something. Perhaps an object, with mass. Or perhaps it was an abstract delimiter of space, like a piece of property or a cubic foot. At any rate, it wasn't a completely formless something, like gravity or reluctance. That made nothing a little sad, because if it had to become something, it would have liked to at least be able to become something that was without form. Having form was definitely more somethinglike than not having one.

However, failing that, it thought it would choose to be something without substance. Like... a cavity! It would settle for being a cavity in someone's tooth. That's about as close to nothing as something can get, it thought. So nothing used its last remaining question to become a dental cavity. It was filled soon afterwards, but it continued to be a cavity until the tooth decayed and fell apart, when it became a former cavity.