Radioactive Martians

Here we have what is commonly referred to as a Martian. Yes, this is not your stereotypical Martian, it is in fact Marvin, the cartoon. I'm sure you'll get over it though.

And then we have the Rutherford model, the common symbol of the atom and all things Atomic these days.
He has finally lost it. You say.

Not really. My mind has just been taken over my Radioactive Martians over the past week.

As we said. Lost it.

Wait, wait, wait... Let me explain.

I've been reading this silly book called War of the Worlds, in which Martians come to Earth from, well, Mars. It's not a bad book, but it's also not the best. It could do with some more dialogue and stuff along those lines. But I've read worse books. Much worse books.

Then today I've been writing an essay for Physics on the historical development of our understanding of the atom and other such boring stuff such as applications of nuclear radiation and the changes this has made to human life. My mind is exploding... or at least getting poisoned by this deadly stuff.

Thus I am forced to conclude that my mind has in fact been taken over by Radioactive Martians.

I see them in my dreams. They're miniature creatures. I see them crawling through my head. My dream world is quite an interesting one now, as you can probably guess.

As I walk around I try to shoot things with the heat-ray.

Plants wither from the radiation I give off.

I sometimes think I have three legs.

Instead of getting tired I begin to decay.

The list goes on. These creatures are multiplying, slowly making me into one of them. More so every day.

I call for the ban of boring and pointless essays in school.

I call for a ban on forced reading of boring books at school.

I'm living proof of how this and other such lethal schooling things can infect your mind and do permanent damage.

Well, not really. And it's never going to happen.

But I can dream, can't I?