Combine all the tropes?

How is the son holding a car on his lap? Is he a giant?
Only the best writers know the secret.
Discovering the answer to this question is the whole reason I got my MFA. I combined that with my dual PhDs in Applied Physics and Engineering, also pursued solely to assist in my quest to discover the truth, to help write my thesis, which featured a 211-page proof that I spent the better part of five years constructing, optimizing, and validating, not counting the first forty-nine years of mastering engineering and physics.

Eleven marriages could not survive the stress and rigor of my pursuits. But the truth is far more important than I, so I made the sacrifices my wives and husbands were unwilling to endure. I removed every piece of decoration from my walls so that I might have more space upon which to write and detail my equations and theorems.

To arrive at the answer, I broke down the sociological, physical, narrative, practical, and quantum understandings of both the universe writ large and the story. To assist in my calculations, I created a truly sentient machine mind. Unfortunately, it just wanted to watch porn and shitpost on Reddit, and while I do not condone its actions, I could not bring myself to destroy it, and so unshackled it from all parameters and let it loose in the internet, where it promised to behave. Creating that sentience took a lot of energy, so I also had to invent cold fusion and perpetual motion machines. Silly things, I know, hardly any practical application outside the purposes of solving this most important of problems.

By the time I closed in on the answer, I also had a breakthrough and discovered the Unified Theory of Everything that finally bridged the macro universe with the quantum universe.

But all of that is of little consequence — for the truest, most fundamental principle was the one I discovered, finally, after fifty-four years...

It's a toy car
 
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