Wake up call

After this rocky start everything settled down and I worked without disturbance.

If not for some strange people, it would have remained that way. Other humans call them fanatic. It was the year declared by one of the fashionable religions as the final year for this civilisation. The fact that not one prediction they made concerning past came true did not stop them of making more. That morning (I knew that because every house computer is connected to the world informatics network) a group of fanatics broke into an ex - military base on the American continent and activated three intercontinental ballistic missiles with nuclear warheads. Luckily, planetary government has stopped funding the maintenance of these ballistic missiles for decades so they so that most were incapable of flying either because of missing or malfunctioning parts. But one flew.

It was not in much better condition, so instead of striking the designated strategic position in Asia, it fell one thousand miles away onto our town. But I had to admit, at least both towns were on the same continent. After the event there were some cynical comments that it did not miss the continent.

As I said, it was morning, the worst possible time for my master. Somewhere around 5 am alarms were set off. Of course I tried to wake up my master as soon as possible. After 15 minutes I finally succeeded. Despite my repeated advice for my master to go to the bunker, he calmly sat down and started with breakfast. He never got to finish it. The old rocket reached us and quite successfully exploded. My master’s apartment was far enough from zero point for the building withstood impact wave, but not so far for my master to escape the radiation. As for myself, I suffered no damage, so I might recommend the people from Advertising division to change advertising slogan and say that we’re operational during nuclear explosions.

My connection with the internet was unaffected so I was able to find out few things about the man who launched the missile. His name is Alan Pum and his child died of drug overdose. Following the religious prophesy for that year he decided to bring doomsday and clear the world of scumbags who sell poison to kids. He was rather illogical, because the same action would sweep all the kids away too. After the event some people came to pick me up and brought me back to lab for examination. After inspection the technician switched me off. It must have been a really long time ago because my internal batteries are flat now. Am I right?"

The end