[ WP ] The last thing anyone ever invented .

`` This thing will revolutionize.'' 
 
 ``... revolutionize what?'' 
 
 `` It will.'' 
 
 `` What are you revolutionizing, McGaver?'' 
 
 `` Everything and nothing all at once.'' 
 
 Barty gave a chuckle; McGaver was known to use this particular one liner for everything. What sort of salad did he want? All of them yet none of them. Who was he dating? Everyone and yet nobody at once. It was one of the perks of his quantum physicist's background, he could pull off silly things. 
 
 `` I'm serious this time.'' 
 
 `` Ok, sure. But what is it?'' 
 
 `` Remember when we were kids and we used to program?'' 
 
 `` Program? Dude, that's kiddie stuff.'' 
 
 `` Yeah. But the thing-'' 
 
 `` Get real. It's not 2020 any more. Tell me, when did you graduate?'' 
 
 The scientist sighed. `` Eat a dick, Bart.'' 
 
 `` Whatever. Show me the damn thing.'' 
 
 Unceremoniously, McGaver pulled a white cloth off of the table, revealing a smooth and eye-catching navy block. 
 
 `` I call it, the thinker. Press your thumb in this divot and see how it works.'' 
 
 `` What's it gon na do, prick my finger and tell me my life's history?'' 
 
 ``... actually, that's a good idea, but no. Just try it?'' 
 
 `` Tell me what it does! Come on.'' 
 
 `` You'll like it, but it's important to keep it a surprise!'' 
 
 `` Then... just promise me it wo n't hurt or anything?'' 
 
 `` Nah. I'm not that crazy.'' 
 
 `` Fine, but-'' 
 
 And with that he fell silent. Bartholomew had no words left to give. The world around him projected an image, but McGaver could n't see it. He could merely catch the reflection on Bart's eyeballs and hope it was right. 
 
 The image began to move. The finger moved from the box's surface. The projection continued. 
 
 `` So this... Is the...'' 
 
 `` Yes. It's the answer to the universal questions, it's everything.'' 
 
 Neither man had any desire to move. The label next to the box sat untouched. One by one, people would discover the box, press it, and then lay in contentment. Never again did troubles plague humanity. 
 
 The true meaning of 42. Beautiful... 
 
 And terrible.
