Some Day

There was no sign of sleep in Dr. Roger Stevenson’s eyes, where as his assistant, Dr. David Straw had left for his home hours ago. Dr. Roger was busy checking the systems of a strange machine. It was a long cylindrical structure four feet above the ground, with a thick barrel and a chair to sit behind a dashboard that consisted lots of buttons and a lever.

Roger’s fingers were frequently running on the key board of the computer, which was attached to the machine. His eyes sparkled with delight to see the gratifying results on the monitor. All the results were as per his expectation - which concluded that his strange machine was completely ready for its use.

But what was that strange machine?

Dr. Stevenson had been working hard for past fifteen years to develop this machine. He had strenuously worked on the lethal ultra violet radiations, and the results of his breathless labor and high commitment appeared in the shape of this machine, or, Harpy, as he named it.

Dr. Roger had invented a machine which was, perhaps, the most destructive weapon ever made in the world. The U.V radiations emitted by this machine were capable of producing energy hundred times greater than that of an atomic bomb. And its advantage over nuclear bomb was the controlled affective area - up to the tip of a pin!

On the contrary to the nuclear devices, this machine could demolish a specific area in absolute controlled manner - no bizarre, no radiations. It had the potency to change a satellite, in apogee of 317 miles, into ashes within seconds.

But hitherto, only two persons knew about this machine, Dr. Roger and Dr David Straw. David had prepared all papers related to this machine. They all were stored safely in an isolated computer of this lab, which was situated in an outskirts of Nevada.

Having fully satisfied with his tests, Roger made a glance at his watch, it was 0230 hours. He shut down the computer, and proudly looked at his Harpy then turned on his heel and rushed out of the room. A blue Sedan was waiting for him in the porch. He sat behind the wheel and drove it towards the main gate. A security guard saluted him and cranked the gate open.

Next morning, when David reached the lab, he found that Roger was already there, waiting for him. "Good morning Dr. How are you?" said David. Roger completely ignored David’s greeting and said, "I have made all the arrangements for the test, I was waiting for you, now please take your seat.’ David didn’t mind Roger’s behavior. He knew Roger very well – he was not Roger’s assistant only, he was his closest friend too. He grinned and took his place. Roger had taken his chair on the Harpy. He looked at David, who nodded his head. Roger started to push the buttons on the dash board. Harpy whirred and clattered, its barrel turned towards a huge four-cubic-meter square block made of tungsten-titanium alloy placed at some 20 meter distance. Then Roger jabbed a green button on the console. A beam of green light appeared out of the barrel and fell on the huge metallic block. Roger made some more adjustments to focus the green spot at the centre of the block. When he was finished he gripped the lever in his fist. He looked at David who gave him a thumbs-up signal. Roger’s entire body was filled with excitement.