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July 28, 2005

The Eschatologist: Trinity

Robert squinted through the heavy binoculars one last time before passing them back to the general. Good weather, clear skies, he thought. All should go well.

He could hear money changing hands behind him, the gathered staff and VIPs whispering amongst themselves.

"Trust me. It'll be a dud."

"I'll take that bet, the gadget will work and well. 'Bout 18kt, I say."

"You're on!"

Robert waved them all silent before putting on his sunglasses. He looked at the clock. 5:29am and 42 seconds...43...44...45.

The sun came early that day in New Mexico.

"I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

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