Henry L. Augostino looked at his shambled ruins. All he had worked for his entire life was now gone, an empire devestated, a contribution to society nulled and ruined, by little more than forgetting a simple pie. In a proof that fate cares little for men, good or bad,
(more) Henry's entire life's work in improving the standard of life for the people of the world and his leap forward in the way of life of almost everyone produced its own reward, but due to but a small slip up, it was now as if nothing had ever happened- his entire household and factory, in naught but scorched ruins. Poverty followed as he was degraded to no more than a factory worker at a competing factory- soon after insanity, and as typically follows, death.
The world lost a great man the day that house and factory burned down, and the era of self-tying shoelaces came to an end.
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