by Gerald Frank
Introduction
It has been supposed for years that the sciences and humanities are largely separate entities. That cold hard mathematical facts are incompatible with pure speculation, philosophy, and religion. This is quite simply wrong.
The study of quantum mechanics has scientifically proven that human observation directly affects matter on a microscopic level. Because of this, we can infer that our previously-thought-undefined concepts of the mind may in fact more directly link with science than we ever thought. Quite literally, the power of human consciousness affects reality.
Much as simple mathematical equations define our reality (Einstein's E=mc², Pythagoras' theorem, etc.), so too must they define the nature of humanity. Concepts universally known to every human culture—right; wrong; good; evil; life; death—must have some common principle; some overarching mathematical truth. This unknown truth—this very core of humanity—is a secret that I believe can and will soon be unraveled.
Gerald Frank frequently stayed in his classroom at Metropolis High for hours after his students had left. For some reason, ever since he was a boy, he'd always felt at home in a quiet classroom in front of a chalkboard.
Scattered across the chalkboard were dozens of separate mathematical algorithms and equations. To the casual observer it would seem chaotic, but to Frank it was perfectly sensible. He was looking for correlations between entirely different aspects of nature; searching for the links between everything.
Frank sat back on his desk and sighed. He knew the answers were there, he just didn't have the information necessary. He needed the equivalent of thirty years' more research into sociological statistics and brain function. By that point, he'd be in his seventies, if he even lived that long. Heart disease was rampant in his family; there was a good chance he'd be dead before he could finish his work. How ironic it was that death would take him before he found the answers to life.
"How frustrating it must be for you," a voice said from the doorway. A dark-haired man with a sharply trimmed goatee stood in the door, neatly dressed, with an unsettlingly devious grin.
"Um... who are you?" Frank asked, eyeing the man uneasily.
"My name is Steppenwolf."
"Steppenwolf? Like the band?"
Steppenwolf sneered. "Don't mock me, human. The master I serve is more powerful than any god you have ever known."
Frank began to slowly step backwards, but Steppenwolf was faster. He reached behind his back, pulled out a bluntly spiked mace, and struck Frank alongside the head.
"You should be proud, human," Steppenwolf said to Frank's unconscious body. "You will be the key to my lord's grand conquest. This world will burn, as it and all worlds deserve. Glory be to Darkseid."
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