He couldn't understand why they called him brilliant and when he was offered a Nobel prize, he declined. It made him sad to think they'd heap praise on him for a formula that calculated the end of existence. Brilliant? he thought, no thanks, I would so much rather fade away.
Everything was under control. Preparation is everything, he told his subordinates. Seismic readings gave adequate warning so important things were squared away and secured, unsafe buildings, evacuated. He felt quite chuffed with himself and strode down the street with a swagger. That's when the runaway horse hit him. Didn't anticipate that. Picture: Imperial War Museum,…Read more ANTICIPATE
This is it, there's no turning back. But his mind rambles, he fidgets, distracted. He thinks of her words, they ring in his ear. He tries to shake it off, concentrate on the task at hand. In the end, he can't pull the pin. Her words echo, you can't commit.