It is Monday afternoon, middle of summer, hot and oppressive, and very silent through my laboratory. The stifling air brought forth a flood of tales from my childhood. My grandfather's voice ringing, in the now slightly molten recesses of my memory, tells me that "it's hot enough to fry an egg out there!"
An experiment is in order. I grab an egg and head out into the abomination of the midday sun. I crack it on a rock and empty it upon the weathered surface.
There it shall fry, frail and fair, under the sun,
Oh little embryo, your yellow yolk, till day be done,
And the shadows gather, boiling light, and, white for you.......
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so sorry the heat has had adverse effects upon me..

Experiment 1
and 2
and .....