Jeff Wakelin is calmly sitting in a typical doctor's waiting room, starting at the overhead fan as it spins around.  He is the only one in the room save for the receptionist playing solitaire on her computer.

"I hate waiting rooms.  It's always a room with no windows and lousy chairs waiting to talk to someone who may or may not help you.  Contrary to popular belief being nice doesn't change the outcome of your appointment, only..."

The receptionist stirs Jeff back to life - "Mr. Wakelin?  Doctor Renthault will see you now."

The second waiting room is old and tired a throwback to the 70s down to the old green linoleum floors and tiled walls.  Jeff's demeanor has changed from calm to slightly agitated as he continually checks his watch.  He mumbles to himself while pacing the room - "More waiting, c'mon man I got 2 hours before my exam.  I'm think I'm screwed.".  Doctor Renthault - a tall, skinny man arrives, a look of skepticism on his face.

"Hello Mr. Wakelin. So I see here you need the mind of a... physicist... for a few hours.  Is that right?"

"Yeah, I have an exam very shortly... and I'm uh... not the best student but still need to pass.  I just need a guy's mind with some serious knowledge of physics so I can ace it."

Doctor Renthault consults his clipboard, and then looks up at Jeff, sizing him up for the procedure that lays ahead of him.  By no means will this be the payday he is looking for, no this will only get the Doctor through the rest of the day, his vices are expensive, and this will have to do.

"We have 3 physicists in stock, 3 models if you will.  The first one was a physics teacher at a local high school, second candidate worked at NASA and the third was a Nobel Physics nominee.  The going rate for a mind graft of this pedigree for a few hours ranges from $250 to $1,500."

Discouraged Jeff slumps in a chair and resigns his fate - "Crap, I only brought $300? high school teacher it is."

"Actually, the $250 mind graft is for the Nobel nominee.  He had a breakdown in his later years and we had to discount his graft, not only that but he never really won the Nobel... nominees sell movies and rentals, not mind grafts."

Jeff quizically - "What kind of break down?"

"He became paranoid of the world around him.  Fear not, we only graft the frontal lobe of the donor to your mind - the thinking part, not the temporal lobe - the perception part, you should not experience any of these symptoms.  These effects are only temporary, in 5 hours you will lose all knowledge that you have gained through the graft."

Jeff still focused on his watch - "Nobel nominee it is."

Doctor Renthault moves in, needle in hand - "Excellent, sit back this won't hurt a bit."

The confidence flows through Jeff as he leaves Doctor Renthault s office, his perception of all things around him has changed as he determines the rate of movement, vector, effort and energy of the birds in the sky and cars on the road.

Jeff has started his exam and is breezing through the questions, his classmates look over at him rifling through the pages, marking down his answers with incredible ease.  They are dumbfounded and astounded.

"Hooo baby... this is a breeze...best $250 I ever spent my money on, I'm surprised the administration hasn't caught on to these mind grafts.  Give'em ten years to catch up to the world and I'll be long gone."

Jeff is broken from his elation as he notices one of his classmates walking towards the front of the room, exam in hand - "What the hell?  Porter's finished?  How could he be finished before me?  How could I be passed over again?" 

"He's cheating.  He must be cheating, get up there, expose him before he takes your place and beats you"

Perplexed at the thoughts racing through his mind, Jeff steadies his head and closes his eyes - "My test, I need to finish my test."

But the voices continue - "He's cheating, he's going to beat you, you'll be passed over.  GET UP THERE!"

Jeff instinctually bolts from his desk, his paper in hand and reaches for Porter's test, Porter shocked and perplexed - "Jeff, what the -   Professor?"

"Mr. Wakelin give me Mr. Porter?s test or I will have you removed."

Jeff is going through the pages of Porter's exams, checking each page, 2, 3, 4 times.  "No, he cheated, he had to of cheated.  There's no way he could finished so fast.  He's wrong, he's wrong, these can't be right.  How did he finish so fast?"

"Mr. Wakelin, give me your exam, I can not let you continue."

The paranoia has set in, Jeff is no longer here nor there, beads of sweat pour down his face as he throws his exam in the air - "No, no... I don't need it.  I'm better than all of you.  You're all just amateurs, hacks trying to answer a few paltry questions... but you don't know the real question do you?"

"Mr. Wakelin I'm going to have to call security if you do not vacate the premises immediately."

Defiantly, Jeff points to the meek Porter, his right-hand on the table in front of him, screaming and growling - "Security doesn't know the real question either, only I know, but him... he's a cheater, I know it... I KNOW IT."

The pen is a weapon, Jeff stabs Porter's hand, breaking the skin - "Arrgh!" - Porter falls to the ground clutching his left hand.

"Security!  Security!"

Two guards drag Jeff from the exam room kicking and screaming as they try to muffle him - "Put me down, let me go.  He's a cheater... you won't beat me... this is my year... I'll show you all."

The professor helps Porter up off the ground - "Mr. Porter are you alright."

"Yes sir, just broke the skin a little, I'll be fine.  Professor?"

The professor still staring at the door wondering what has just happened - "Hmmmm... yes m'boy"

"I was wondering if you could explain Question #2 to me?"