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The Seeds Of Destruction

April 5, 2014
Ivy Mike Fireball

Ivy Mike Fireball

We knew the world would not be the same. a few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.
J. Robert Oppenheimer

“Why are you so happy Shiva?” Parvati asked her husband.

“The humans have stolen my fires.”

“Shouldn’t you be angry at their desecration, husband?”

“No for they have sown the seeds of their own destruction and I shall reap the harvest in due time.”

The man sitting behind the desk wore authority as easily as he wore his suit. The suit was stark black, it framed a pristine white shirt and an extremely conservative tie. The man was tall and muscular with the erect posture of a former military man. His full head of black hair was liberally salted with streaks of grey and his eyes were a pale blue. His face was all sharp angles and chiseled edges, as though hewn from granite.

Knuckles beat a frantic tattoo on his door. “Come!” He barked.

A disheveled figure burst into the office. He was a short, pudgy man, balding and wearing thick glasses. A pocket protector filled with pens and pencils protruded from his wilted shirt. “Sir…” He paused panting for breath, wiping sweat from his brow with a limp handkerchief. “Sir, we’ve discovered a correlation between some of the children.” His voice quavering with nervousness.

“Well, spit it out man!”

“They all have greatgrandparents who witnessed the Government’s test detonations of nuclear bombs during the 1950’s in person.”

“Those stupid fools! Didn’t they realise that high doses of radiation can cause mutations?”

“Apparently not sir.”

“And now we have to clean up their mess. Good work Barnes. Circulate the information to all units and start checking on the rest of the children.”

“Right away sir.” The scientist left closing the door behind him.

“Finally! I can find all of you! And when I do I’ll erase you from the face of the planet!” Determination flooded his features and his eyes were cold steel.

Emily

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In response to From A Photo – Short Story Challenge # 4
This week: Test detonations of the nuclear bomb.
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/04/03/from-a-photo-short-story-challenge-4/

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2 Comments
  1. Oh shiver…not only the bomb witnesses, and generational consequences but a mad scientist type who wants purity in the race…this is a scary story and it coul turn into something longer and scarier! Good job!

  2. emilykarn permalink

    Thank you. Actually the main character is the mad military type who uses scientists for his own dark purposes.

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