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Arnie swapnil Bhartiya

Short Stories
- Some Day

Some Day
         by Arnie swapnil Bhartiya
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He asked himself was his invention a gift to humanity or a curse.

Presumably, it was a curse.

Roger had taken a decision. He got up of bed, put on his cloths and rode for the lab. He parked his Sedan in the porch and headed for the Harpy room. He entered the room and found Harpy standing erect to welcome him. He put the computers back to life, gave some instructions and took his seat on Harpy. He pushed some buttons on its dash board. The Monster moved .The beam of the green light appeared and made a bright spot on the shielded wall. The wall reflected the beam. Roger adjusted the direction of barrel, by feeding some more commands. Now, the beam was re-entering the barrel’s nozzle.

What the hell Roger was going to do?

His fingers clutched the lever tightly. He began to sweat, eyes were filled with tears. Gradually his fingers began to push the lever down. For a second his fingers stopped, a tiny drop fell out of his eye and rolled down his cheeks, but next moment his face turned solid like rock. His fingers pushed the lever down to its full extent. Harpy showered the annihilator rays at its target. First they collided with shielded wall then accelerated back. Just after a quarter of second the room echoed in a dry scream. But there were no relics left of Dr. Roger Stevenson, except some grains of ashes spread here and there all over the floor and on Harpy’s body.

But it was not the end. Harpy’s mechanism was still active; the consequences were contingent. Finally, a terrible explosion tore the Harpy in fragments, along with the entire building of lab, dissolving all the information about Harpy into clouds of dust and ashes.

Dr. Roger had buried himself, with his invention, deep in the pit of time and anonymity just to give the humanity some more time to realize the value of life. He preferred his death to that of Humanity’s. With this hope that may be some day human would cease all the wars and destruction. That someday human would realize the value of every single life. That may be some day human would learn to let others live, to let others survive.

May be someday his dream will really come true…

End





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