He still feels her warmth, the radiance of her smile on their first date, 6,622 days ago.
Compulsively, he relives the emptiness when the subway slowly pulled him away from her for the last time, 44 days later.
Would their romance have unfolded differently if they’d known he had Asperger’s?
Andrew D. Hwang is the author of his own fate.
“Professor Hawking, do you believe in God?”
Hawking sits onstage, painstakingly composing his answer. An expectant hush fills Zellerbach Auditorium.
Three minutes pass. Four.
At last his synthesizer speaks: “No.”
Time hovers motionless; then a roar of laughter erupts from nine hundred people.
Mirth drowns the remainder of Hawking’s reply.
Andrew D. Hwang is the author of his own fate.