The professor drew deeply on his cigarette, the end burning brightly in the semi-darkness. He was lost in thought for a long while, then exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"I hoped to spare the world further horror, Beckton. Or at least my own conscience."
"You can't put this book back on the shelf, Newkirk. We need to end the war before they get it too."
"You know the scale we're talking about here, don't you?"
The overcoated agent nodded somberly.
"Could you live with yourself, Beckon, feeling the blood of millions 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 deeply, feeling the weight of history yet to come on his shoulders. Silently, he took the proffered security badge from the agent.
"Savour the coming days, Beckton."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember what we have now. 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 1 month 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 1 month 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 1 month ago
Feel free to add!
- #3058 Posted 1 month ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
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