The professor drew deeply on his cigarette: the tip burned brightly in the semi-darkness. He seemed to be lost in thought for long moments, but eventually gave something between a long exhale and a weary sigh. Smoke obscured the space between them before clearing unhurriedly.
"I had hoped to spare the world further horror, Beckton. Or failing that, to spare my conscience."
"It's too late, Newkirk. We need finish it before they have one too."
"Do you know what you are asking, Beckton?"
The overcoated agent nodded somberly, but Newkirk didn't wait for his response.
"Could you live with yourself? With that much blood on your hands?"
"It's not that kind of choice any more, Professor. All you have is whether the blood is ours or theirs."
The academic sighed wearily, feeling the weight of history yet to come. Wordlessly, he took a security badge from the agent and headed back towards his desk.
"Remember what we have now, Beckton. The world will change, and you'll wish for a time before all this happened."
Comments (4 so far!)
Trinity is the code name for the first effort to detonate a fully-functional nuclear weapon under the Manhattan project.
- #3051 Posted 4 years ago
I love all of this so far and think you've capture the dilemma perfectly. The magic, if it was there in the first place, seems to have taken a back seat but that's often natural given the space constraints. Great if there's more, reasonably complete if there isn't.
- #3054 Posted 4 years ago
I don't know where I'm going with this. It'll probably go in fits and starts whenever the idea pool tops itself up.
- #3057 Posted 4 years ago
Feel free to add!
- #3058 Posted 4 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
The ceiling lights cast yellow pools of light, but did little to keep the space from feeling gloomy …Tube Alloys
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