Some Day

He smiled back at David and, with a quick jerk, pushed the lever down.

The block of tungsten-titanium alloy showered in the U.V. rays sprayed by the Harpy. It lit like a faint sun and then dissolved into the thin air as if it never existed. This whole process had completed in just quarter of a second. But, suddenly, a shrill scream made Roger realize that some thing acutely wrong had happened. He quickly pulled the lever up, but it was too late. At some five meter’s distance, in the right direction, where seconds ago David sat, now there was nothing but a tiny heap of ashes. There was a large hole in the wall as if there wasn’t any concrete wall ever before.

Roger felt his throat choking, he tried to scream but he couldn’t. His body was trembling. He somehow managed to rise on his feet and reached the place where David sat. He looked down at the ashes, his eyes overwhelmed with astonishment and fright and tear.

It was quite impossible to assimilate all that had happened there in just a fraction of second. He was completely puzzled. He just stood there, perplexed, staring at the ashes of his friend. Helplessly, he turned back only to find a green spot flickering on his jacket. In a great astonishment he looked up and the moment he saw that object his mouth fell open in dismay. He could clearly see the dreadful Harpy in the shining, well polished surface of the shield fitted on the wall- to cease U.V. rays from going further. Immediately he realized their biggest mistake. They had forgotten that shield might reflect the radiation back.

And exactly the same had happened. Once the block of alloys was destroyed, the rays found their way ahead. They moved, collided with the shield, and by its perfectly polished surface got reflected at a definite angle. And, unfortunately, David was in their way, and they devoured him hungrily.

David was all alone in the world. His family had died in a mid air crash years ago, he was all on his own. After much pondering, Roger found it useless to inform police about this matter. Firstly he would have to tell them that what had happened there – revealing everything about Harpy, which he would never do. Secondly, there was no remnant of David’s body, so possibly, police would never believe on his story.

Quietly, he returned home. Lying in his bed, his body was still but a whirlpool was erupting inside his mind. Eventually his experiment had succeeded. His dream had come true. It was inevitable that his invention would write his name in golden letter on the pages of human history. His invention would lead human race towards a new era of power, because the source of energy that he had discovered, was incomparable, unbeatable and unaccountable. The pictures were running in front of his eyes like some movie: Dr. Roger Stevenson receiving the Noble Prize for his contribution to mankind. The whole world would accept his ingenuity. Name, fame, money everything would flow towards him. Suddenly, the ingenious face of David appeared; every where peoples were dying; dead human bodies scattered everywhere. His Harpy had become the ultimate weapon of death and termination.

He felt his throat dry. Should man use his Harpy for war then its consequences would be more disastrous than Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Once again men’s cruelty, selfishness and meanness would reach its peak. Roger’s sensitive heart was shaken by this thought.