End Another Way

Instaneously, my brain propagates a high-priority concept to the forefront of my consciousness: I have 3 or 4 seconds to make a course correction, lest the ratio of future-time-in-which-I-will-be-alive to future-time ebbs closer to absolute zero, by a few decimal places. Another thought boils from the depths of my psyche, that 3 or 4 seconds is not enough time for me to react. This thought floats somewhere at the back of the queue, fortunately, and does not further cloud the connection between the aforementioned concept and the forthcoming translation of said concept into motive force in my extremities that will implement a change in my current vector.

In an instant, I settle upon a new course and enter the heading into the computer. Literally, in an instant; a new thought begins orbiting in the ether, "How the hell did I do that so fast?" If I bother to check the system clock, I would find that the difference between an arbitrary epoch when the thought occurred to me, and the distance from the same arbitrary epoch when I calculated and entered a new heading was measurable in femtoseconds. Though I do not bother to check the system clock, the addition of the disconcerting thought into a heap of thoughts that contain at least one other disconcerting thought of a similar nature certainly threatens to change to priority in which these, my thoughts, will be processed.