Albert Einstein hunched over his desk, wild hair illuminated by the golden glow, his pen scratching furiously at a chart labeled “E = ?”. Books lay open, stacked precariously beside cups of cold coffee. The silence of genius was broken only by a persistent scratching coming from his own head.
"If my new equation is correct," he muttered in a thick German accent, "then E would be a constant variable in the formula, but why can I not—" He paused, fingers digging into his scalp, face contorted in irritation.
Within the labyrinth of Einstein’s hair, a family of lice thrived, feeding and multiplying, their tiny legs clutching to each strand. Each time Einstein paused to scratch, the lice seemed to celebrate, their movements quickening with every fresh burst of blood. The greatest mind of the century was at war with invisible adversaries.
Einstein[/@ch_1] stands before a vast chalkboard, pointer in hand.]
Einstein faced the crowd, sweat beading at his brow, his hands trembling as he tried to explain his new Energy Chart. "If energy equals one hundred, then the mass and speed of light—" Suddenly, a furious scratching interrupted him midsentence. Laughter rippled through the audience, and Einstein flushed, his theory slipping from his mind as the lice staged their revolt.
Every attempt to focus was met by a relentless itch, as if the parasites themselves were guiding Einstein like a rider steering a horse. He grew pale, his concentration shattered, the blackboard before him a blur. The lice, emboldened, danced triumphantly in his curls, their feast fueling their cleverness.
Einstein stood abruptly, pacing as he scratched. "How can humanity advance if we are forever plagued by these tiny tyrants?" he cried. Inspiration struck—if he could not finish his equation, he would solve a more pressing problem: the elimination of human parasitic head lice.
Einstein smiles, his hair finally tamed, as he watches a young girl run her fingers through her clean, louse-free hair. The world hails him not for E = mc², but for liberating mankind from its oldest nuisance. In this universe, the stars and black holes wait; the true victory is peace of mind—and scalp.
