Brian loved New Jersey because that is where he spent his youth. The place held fond memories for Brian. The town he used to live in was a quiet place with tree-lined streets and vast open pastures. All the houses were deeply set back from the street, partially blocked from view by trees.

Brian had taken a bus to New Jersey to go to his parents' house. He arrived there in early October. His mom and dad were glad to see him, as they had not seen him for many months. They greeted each other and talked about what each of them had been doing.

The next day, Brian wanted to visit a few places he had not seen in awhile. He knew he could do some serious contemplating there. So he went into the family storage garage and uncovered one of his favorite vehicles: a red 1984 Ferrari. Brian bought this car years ago. It was his favorite car because it was exotic, beautiful, and extremely fast. Moreover, it tripled in value since he bought it.

He got inside the car and turned the key. The car fired up immediately and idled with a distinct sound, like a series of mini-explosions popping at an uneven rate. He backed the car out of the garage and onto the street. He put it in first gear and drove away.

Brian cruised slowly under a canopy of large Maple trees, which created a tunnel-like effect. He was driving about 30 mph along the country road, warming up his favorite car. About a mile down the road, he looked to the right and saw his first girlfriend's house. Good feelings flooded his body.

After driving for awhile, Brian turned down a road that cut through a pasture. The sun peered between the clouds and the wind was behind him. He was driving slowly, about 20 mph.

While the car was rolling down the road, Brian looked to the left and right. He saw an open field on both sides. Nothing was in the field except a few trees. All was quiet.

Suddenly, Brian let up on the throttle. The bright red Ferrari tilted forward as the engine snarled. The car was now rolling at about 15 mph. Brian hit the throttle and the V8 engine switched from a snarl to a ferocious roar to a wild scream. The tachometer raced past 6000 rpm. Both turbochargers kicked into full boost. Brian was pressed against the seat. His chest felt like an elephant was standing on it.

His knuckles turned white trying to hang onto the steering wheel. As the turbochargers spooled to full boost, the back tires broke loose. The back end of the car began to slide out of control. Brian fought to keep the car going straight while the back end was sideways.

The small V8 engine screamed to 7500 rpm in first gear. Brian hit second gear, sending the tach toward redline again. As the turbochargers kicked in, the back tires broke loose at 45 mph. The back end slid sideways and Brian counter-steered to keep the car heading straight.

The exotic engine raced to redline, and Brian hit third gear. The car was now picking up speed. He hit a rise in the road at 75 mph. The car lifted off the ground—soaring through the air. Brian felt the car become almost weightless as the road beneath him dropped faster than the car. The shiny red Ferrari hung in the air for a couple seconds and then landed evenly.

Immediately regaining control of the car, Brian downshifted into second and turned sharply to the left. He drove through a turn and accelerated down a short straightway. He got up to 70 mph before entering a hairpin turn.

Brian took the turn in second gear, going about 40 mph. While coming out of the turn, he hit the throttle, sending the engine into full boost. The back end swung out to the left. He managed to power-slide the car, picking up speed while the car was sideways. As soon as he hit third, the back end straightened out, launching him down the road.

A farmer was in a nearby field riding his tractor. He stopped to watch Brian launch out of the turn. His mouth hung open. He watched the 400-horsepower Ferrari shoot out of the turn and race down the road.

The red Ferrari reached 115 mph in third gear. Brian shifted into fourth. When the turbochargers kicked in, the car soared. The farmer was long gone. Brian was doing over 145 mph. He hit fifth. The speedometer read 150, then 160, then 170. Brian brought the car up to 175 mph!

At that speed, the world seemed to stand still. He was flying down the road with an intensity that kept him pinned to the back of the seat. The Ferrari sounded like a Formula One car on its way to victory.

Then Brian let off the throttle. Natural forces—wind, gravity, and friction—began pulling the car to slower speeds. Soon, the Ferrari was cruising below 100 mph. Brian continued cruising along at 70 mph.

A short while later, Brian reached his destination: a wooded park where he used to meet friends. The clouds began to disappear, giving way to the sun. The car was gleaming.

Brian drove slowly down a winding road and pulled into a parking lot. He brought the car to rest in front of an open field and turned off the engine. He got out of the car and walked away, his heart still pounding from the wild ride.

Almost immediately, people walked toward the car. Brian set the car alarm with his remote control. The alarm beeped once, but people continued to flock toward it. A young couple, a few teenagers, and an old man and his wife gravitated to the bright red Ferrari. They were mesmerized by it.

"Nice car, man!" one person said.

"Thank you." Brian replied

The teenagers looked at the car with awe. The older gentleman peered into the interior of the car. The couple split apart; the young man went over to the car and his girlfriend approached Brian.

"I love your car. I'd give anything for a ride in it." She said.

"Yes, a lot of people like the car," replied Brian.

"How about picking me up sometime?" the young girl said.

Brian smiled.

She dug in her purse and said, "I'll give you my phone number. Call me and I'll tell you how to get to my apartment."

Brian reached for her telephone number.

The young girl winked at Brian and walked back to her boyfriend, who was standing in front of the Ferrari.

"Honey, I want one of these. Will you get one so we could go cruising in it?" said the young girl.

The young man laughed. He said, "Do you know how much this thing costs? It's probably worth a fortune! We'd have to sell everything just to make a down payment on it. No way! I'd rather look at it."

The girl said, "Well, I'd give anything to cruise around town in this." She turned to look at Brian. She smiled, and then continued talking to her boyfriend.

Brian walked away from the crowd. He walked across an open field to the edge of a pond. He sat down on the grass near the edge, peering into the pond. He was in a natural paradise.

Brian sat alone near the edge of the pond. He watched birds soar above him. While taking in the natural beauty around him, he let his mind wander. Brian felt content and relaxed in the park.

A short while later he heard approaching footsteps. He turned around and heard, "Hey, dude!"

Brian saw a young man carrying a guitar. The young man walked over to Brian and sat down on the grass next to Brian. He got situated and put his guitar on his lap.

"What's up, dude?" the young man said.

"Just relaxing." Brian replied.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's so peaceful out here," said the man with the guitar. Then he said, "Hey, is that your red car over there? It's a killer!"

"That's mine," said Brian.

"Awe, way to go. That car's a real gasher!" said the young man.

"What's a gasher?" Brian asked.

"You know, a car for picking up babes," replied the young man.

"Yeah, it does that," Brian said and then asked, "What do you know how to play?"

The young man moved around a bit and said, "What kind of music do you like?"

"Can you play songs by Led Zeppelin?" asked Brian.

"First let me light this," said the young man as he put a joint in his mouth. He lit the joint and inhaled. Then he coughed hard and said, "Have some. It's the best."

"No thanks," said Brian.

"Are you sure? This is the best pot in town. Come on, just take a drag," the young man implored.

Brian stared at the young man. He felt sad that the young man was destroying his mind and body with marijuana.

"Whatever," said the young man.

When he finished smoking the joint, he played the guitar. He warmed up by playing Metallica. Then he played a song by Stevie Ray Vaughan.

"You play excellent!" Brian said.

After awhile, Brian asked if he could play the guitar. The young man handed Brian the guitar and Brian played songs by Led Zeppelin, Queen, and Peter Frampton. Then Brian played one of his favorite songs by Rush.

The two played guitar for awhile, and then the young man left. Brian remained by the pond to enjoy the atmosphere. He was lying down on the grass with his eyes closed. He let his mind wander and observed the results.

Images of his European journey appeared in his mind; specifically, all those unhappy people he saw. Then he recalled his meeting with Bill Warner and Christie Bridges. Lastly, he thought about his studies. Brian just relaxed on the ground, letting his mind wander some more.

A few minutes later Brian yelled, "Ah ha!"

Nobody was around to hear that utterance. Brian was oblivious to his surroundings at that moment; he did not care what was going on around him. He began to think aloud.

"That's it! Kids give up on life. The adults I met in Europe seem unhappy; they too have given up. And I know why: scoundrels rule our world, and there is no sense in exerting effort as adults—only to be drained by those scoundrels at the top of society." Brian said.

Brian continued thinking aloud, "Why don't people get rid of the scoundrels who ruin everybody's life? I know why! People know they are going to die. Since their life is so brief, maybe eight decades, they don't want to spend it getting rid of society's scoundrels. They would rather spend their brief time enjoying life."

Then Brian said to himself, "But the sad irony is that people cannot enjoy their life to the fullest when everyone is ruled by parasitical scoundrels. So people sense the futility of life on Earth and give up. Some turn to religion. Some turn to politics seeking power over others. Most people just resign their life to frustration and become depressed, waiting for death. But what if… What if man was immortal? If man no longer died, and his life span was not 75 years but 150 years or 1500 years or more, then his world view would change dramatically."

Brian thought some more, "Yes, if man was immortal, the idea of letting scoundrels rule us forever would be absurd. No one would tolerate such nonsense. The people—productive people—would rise to overthrow all parasites and scoundrels who spread war, guilt, misery, force, and coercion throughout society. Once man realizes he could live forever in mind and body on planet Earth, he will terminate professional manipulators and usurpers to capture eternal prosperity and happiness. Only good people—honest, productive people—will be able to rise to the top of society. Then society will be fully rational as it provides the conditions necessary for all people to flourish. Those conditions are the prohibition of force and fraud, the protection of individual rights, and unregulated free markets."

Finally, Brian concluded his breakthrough by saying aloud, "I have the key to waking up the world: physical immortality! That—and only that—will cause the upheaval necessary to permanently leave scoundrels behind so everybody can flourish without limits."

He thought to himself about physical immortality. He knew his knowledge would need to be developed and tested. However, on refining his knowledge of physical immortality, he would not only transform mankind into immortal beings; he would trigger a societal change culminating in a free world. In that world, everyone would learn, grow, produce, love, and enjoy life—forever. Few, if anyone, would give up.