Mookie Spitz reads the 16th installment of Jonnie Fazoolie & the Transfinite Reality Engine, where the frontiers of physics collide with something far more primal.
Dr. Basine Felderhossen, sharp-tongued physicist and lifelong skeptic, finds herself trapped in another stuffy lecture hall at a Cancun cosmology conference. Around her, brilliant minds parade one tired hypothesis after another: decaying dark energy, wobbly constants, string theory still floundering with nothing to show after decades. It’s all big talk and bigger budgets, chasing problems that may not even exist — a hollow echo of Einstein’s bold thought experiments that once redefined reality from nothing more than a patent clerk’s desk.
She sits there silently seething, blaming Einstein for inspiring generations of desk-bound theoreticians who spin elegant equations that can’t be tested, who feast on grant money and peer-reviewed pulp while real experimental breakthroughs stagnate. It’s a brutal indictment of the field she once loved — a field she now watches drown under the weight of unprovable math.
But as charts flash and applause rises for yet another “revolutionary” paper that will almost certainly change nothing, Bessine’s mind — and hand — wander. Beneath her open laptop and a folded conference brochure, her fingers slip under the high-slit leather dress she wears more for intimidation than comfort. She tells herself it’s simply distraction, a private indulgence to break the monotony.
But it isn’t abstract fantasy that drives her pulse. It’s Jonnie Fazoolie — the sweaty, obnoxious American conman she met downstairs, high on caffeine and delusion, pitching universe-jumping machines and grinning like he knows some cosmic joke. Everything about him is wrong: his ignorance, his bravado, his total disregard for proof. And somehow that makes her breath catch harder than any equation ever could.
She hates it. Hates how he hijacks her careful composure. Hates that as she discreetly pleasures herself in a darkened conference room filled with some of the world’s greatest scientific minds, it’s Jonnie's broad hands and crass smile that fill her thoughts. By the time the next big speaker comes onstage to wild cheers, Basine's thighs are clenched, her face is flushed, and she’s more unbalanced than ever — by both the failings of her field and her own treacherous body.
It’s a scene that slices deep into the uneasy union of power, intellect, frustration, and lust — exposing how even the most rigorous skeptic can be undone by forces she can’t quantify.
Hit play to hear Mookie bring this layered, explicit, uncomfortably honest moment to life — where the failures of modern physics and the failures of self-control blur, to the point she's ready for something truly amazing to happen...
The Novel
Jonnie Fazoolie & the Transfinite Reality Engine
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