More longer friend see that sky?

“When life gives you lemons” he thought, not having the best of days. The universe, for some reason picking up on this thought, did something it does not often do. It Intervened.

Being the universe, it did it in an unexpectedly direct way. It simply gave him a lemon, right there and then. And then another one. Because “lemon” isn’t “lemons”, after all.

As with all cosmic laws, the fine print rules supreme. The intention had been to give him a couple (as in, two) lemons, and then be done with it. Laws being laws and the legislative process being the legislative process, this intention didn’t survive the translation to fine print. So what started out as two lemons turned into lemons, plural, without any particular upper limit.

Which, for our protagonist, turned into lemons. Every time he thought about them. Which he did, since he was surrounded by lemons at all times, due to constantly thinking about them.

Do not wish for lemons. Be glad life does not give you lemons. Avoid thinking about lemons. Avoid lemons.

Have a lemon.

Over the years, many have tried to game the system. The most notable examples – that is, there are more than one who have tried this – are those who sold 49.9% of their soul to the devil. Their reasoning was as follows: if Robert Johnson could sell his soul for an ungodly ability to play the blues, there should be room for negotiation.

After all, most people don’t need an ungodly ability, and could do very well with just a modest increase in skill level. And the devil, in a similar motion, could do more with just about half a soul than no soul.

Sounds reasonable, right?

Well, as the ancient saying goes, the devil is in the details.

So this one person sold 49.9% of his soul for the ability to summon musical instruments at will. The devil obliged, but left in this caveat: the only instruments summoned would be of the kind the summoner couldn’t play. Even with practice.

Another person tried the same deal, and found himself being able to cook the best pasta of the lands. The caveat? He’d forever be distracted from eating it for just long enough for it to become slightly too cold.

Another person tried to get ahead in television. The caveat? She would forever be casted to successful TV series that ended after one season.

Another person wanted to become Twitter famous. Turns out there are more than ten thousand bots out there. Twenty, thirty, forty thousand. And they like to talk.

So if you ever find yourself thinking about going out to the crossroads around midnight and wait for that opportunity to game the system – don’t. The system knows what you are doing, and knows how to counter it.

In detail.