Smith

W. Eugene Smith (1918-1978): Gus Gus, 1960, gelatin silver print; courtesy Scheinbaum & Russek Ltd.

I had never thought that way. I had never felt that way. I had never acted that way. I didn’t belong here, in this other world. Almost everything was thrown in the direction of currency. People talked of the Industrial Revolution like it was centuries ago, even though their life is framed around it. Even my father suffered from this type of thought. Even he, who worked to prevent climate change, worked mainly for the money that he was paid, and couldn’t care less about the ending of this world. That is why I work alone. Seeking refuge in this time of crisis was easy to do. Being twelve years old and locked in your room with nothing but three-year-old Halloween candy to keep from starving was tough. But I was discovering something revolutionary. Something that, if seen by anyone else, would decide the fate of mankind as we know it.

I sat in my room wrapped in my blanket staring at the ever-charging computer. My dad was on a business trip, and my mom was in Washington representing our state to the president. I still locked the door to my room in case of any person looting our house. There was a lot of robbing happening lately. I looked out at the street to see damaged and overturned cars lying motionless in the light rain. The street was in places crumbling and unmaintained. No one walked the streets, and no one dared leave the neighborhood. A few people looted electronic stores, even though there was no power. I was lucky to have a full pack of batteries and a backup generator, so I could charge my computer. I thought back to the explosion. The fright I had when I first saw the mushroom cloud rise high above the strip showering Las Vegas, Nevada, in total destruction. I could not believe my eyes.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud beeping. I knew instantly what it was. I looked into the screen and, to my horror, I found that the next attack would happen in London, where my dad was. Based on my prediction, London had one hour to evacuate. My hands raced. I quickly sent an email to my dad to get out of London as soon as possible and warn as many people as possible. The problem was that he may not check his phone in time. As a backup plan, I would also email my mom and everyone I knew. As crazy as it sounded when I said London was about to go up in flamesfrom an extra-terrestrial life-form that we know as the core of the Earth, it was true. But in order to prevent global panic, I just said London was about to go up in flames. The object moved closer and closer to the Earth’s surface over the course of an hour. The reason I was able to look at the Earth from thousands of miles up was because I had hacked into the satellite my dad used to monitor climate change and used the X-ray feature allowing me to see inside the Earth.

I got an email from my dad. I quickly checked it. “I evacuated as many neighborhoods and stores as possible, and they all told all of London. Everyone is at least in the outskirts. I am safe and sound in countryside right now, but I have a view of London from the side of the road. Love you, bye!”

I switched back to the satellite view. My computer alerted me with the beginning of a countdown. I watched in dismay as the computer slowly counted down. The explosion was barely visible from the satellite, yet I could make it out. The creature had just scratched the surface. But then something unpredictable happened. The creature continued to rise out of the surface. It was barely visible. It was amazing that for all these years we had been searching for extra-terrestrial life, it was already on our planet and we didn’t have to spend billions upon billions of dollars to find aliens. They would come to us. Now it was visible, covering the entire of London in molten lava.

Being a scientist from a young age gave me some knowledge that the rest of the world didn’t have. I jumped for joy at the sight of it. The beast was covered in steam, and 30 seconds later, it endured a transformation. The air was counteracting the lava, and soon the monster was half-orange, half-solid iron. Its movements finally slowed to a stop, and there, in the middle of London, a three-mile-long iron statue lay frozen in mid-pose.

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