Valedictorian of the computer science dept. Masters in digital security.

When I was little, everyone treated me with kindness. God whispered to me that in my life, it would be revealed to me why the ball jumps out of my hand and falls to the ground, which made me giggle with delight.

I got as far as tensor calculus and null hypersurfaces. I know that the energy gained from falling comes from its 4-momentum through time, but I still have no idea why the ball jumps from my hand.

Now there is no giggling or delight. All the scientists are serious. And people are no longer kind; they're all angry monsters because I'm disabled with autism, which means "emotionally retarded." This and my job make people mark my questions as "too stupid to ask."

Too disabled by autism to hold a job, I'm a "sex worker," except it's not sexy; it's disgusting. I want to escape, but God won't let me die until I understand gravitation, so the nightmare never ends. I can hear Satan laughing at me. I'm the twist ending in a Twilight Zone.

Help me understand gravity so I can finally sleep.

I went by the name "Paige Turner" when I made this:

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