[ WP ] A man with above average intelligence wishes for the world to be smarter . He is delighted to find that his wish has come true , until he realizes that he is now the least intelligent man in the world .

Alan walked steadily down the sidewalk with his head down and his eyes locked in position. The squares of concrete slid through his vision, and the feet that crowded the squares were subconsciously acknowledged. He did n't feel like this before the masses suddenly became self-aware. He used to hold his head up straight and scan the populated streets. David Bowie's `` Space Oddity'' played in his earbuds as the world around him faded from his focus, *♪Ground control to Major Tom♪*. The well-rehearsed thought rang in his mind,'Can they tell?' 
 
 The city streets flowed with people in the daylight that seemed to create no shadows and seemed to have no ultimate source. Heads bobbed and bodies weaved. The tall buildings created a sharp valley filled with concrete and metal and two parallel rivers of humans rushing along the sidewalks. 
 
 Floating along the sidewalk, Alan was hardly conscious outside of his thoughts, *♪For here, Am I sitting in a tin can, Far above the world, Planet Earth is blue, And there's nothing I can do♪* His mind played on,'It ca n't really matter all that much. I can still make something of myself. Unintelligent people held all kinds of positions before. Oh, God. It ca n't be long before I lose my job.' The superior populous surrounded him. Alan felt distant still.'More than plain intelligence matters. Actual acquired knowledge matters. What happens when they're all educated to a level I'm not capable of?' 
 
 From a car on the street, Alan did not appear to stand out. As a passerby, Alan did not appear to stand out. On paper, Alan was noteworthy. He was the most unintelligent man in the world. However, he was not quite an outlier. There were many close to him, but he was still the very bottom of the barrel. Like last place runner in the Olympic's 200m sprint, Alan was a very capable man, but he was the least capable man in a world filled with exceptional people. 
 
 *♪Ground Control to Major Tom, Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong♪*'I hope I do n't live to see the world come to a point where I ca n't comprehend it. Will I become an invalid? Will I be incompatible with my wife? Will we be able to have a real conversation? I already feel dull to her.' At this point in the recurrent train of thought, a pain would begin in Alan's chest like a pulled muscle. Fine beads of perspiration would form on his forehead and his hands would get cold and sweaty. 
 
 *♪Here am I floating, round my tin can, Far above the Moon, Planet Earth is blue, And there's nothing I can do♪* Alan retreated from his thoughts and removed his headphones. His mind slowly cleared and he lifted his head up. He nervously peered into the ambiguous horizon above all of the heads on the streets. He waded through the clamor and heard the man walking behind him on the phone. The lack of obscenities was a stark contrast from what he was used to hearing. The man's calm tone and clarity forced Alan's ears to tune in. `` I do n't know,'' the man said.'He does n't know,' Alan delightfully thought to himself. 
 
 Alan walked up the concrete steps of the high school where he was the principal. He feared every day that it would be his last. The teachers were getting better and better at arguing with him and, even worse, so were the students. He had n't faced any crucial issues yet, but he believed something was bound to happen. He felt too inferior to be in charge. The fact that the school seemed to run itself and problems seemed to solve themselves made him nervous. Alan begrudgingly entered the school. Alan made his way through the hallways of students, feeling invisibly dwarfed, to his office. Alan apprehensively completed his day. 

