...I run in from outside, after a long day...
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The wood of this room is old; I rest my hand upon the sill of the fixed window and stare out from my cabin overlooking downtown Manhattan. Sam (my girlfriend) and Nick are with me, but I am the first to notice the large object falling through the sky towards the city.
I focus intently through the afternoon haze upon what becomes a large yellow waste container with a bright red "nuclear" logo printed along the side, as tall as the container itself. Time begins to slow down : the container descends, by far the most sharply defined object in my vision.
"That's a hydrogen bomb," I realize, "and it's going to impact in less than a second." Panic paralyses me as the knowledge manifests that within seconds my life will end, and along with physically evaporating in the path of the blast, my consciousness will also die ::: my complete existence terminated.
(((("... these are the last thoughts I will ever have..."))))
I gesture mechanically to Sam and Nick; they see it too. By now the massive container, with the inertia of Jupiter, has been partially eclipsed by a silhouette of buildings. As I watch the bomb disappear completely behind the skyscrapers, a moment to impact, I tightly hug Sam, my girlfriend, and apologize inwardly that she must die also. I'm too afraid to realize that I am afraid. The scene dissolves to white.
