Schrödinger's Project
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
submitted by HARITH ISKANDAR from 5ARIF;
Pascal gripped his handgun, fighting back his tears and sobs. He knew what he had to do, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Tearing up again, he collapsed to his knees as he remembered everything that had been going on.
He was a prodigy. A genius. The best amongst all his colleagues. It was for that reason that the government had assigned to him The Schrödinger's Project, the creation of an indestructible monster. The ultimate weapon against all of the other countries of the world. And after 2 years, he and his colleagues finally did it. They had succeeded.
But they could not have anticipated what came next. Within seconds, the creature escaped. Pascal had watched as his colleagues simply disappeared. And yet the next second, they reappeared screaming in agony. Both alive and dead. Quantum superposition.
He was the only one who survived. And he knew what he had to do. The creature's survival was based on the knowledge of its existence. It was merely an idea given shape. The only way to kill an idea was to make sure no one could think of that idea anymore. He was the only one alive.
He was the only one who knew about the creature. Soon, the creature would find a populated area. From there, the news of its existence would spread throughout the world. And Pascal would succeed then. He would have created an indestructible monster.
Slowly, Pascal staggered back to his feet. In front of him was a picture of his wife and their first child. He did not want them to die to his creation. Pascal knew he had no time to waste but he had to do this. Gripping a pen, he wrote down a letter for his wife and children. When he was done, he drenched his lab in gasoline and set fire to all traces of The Schrödinger's Project. He could already knew the creature coming to investigate the source of the noise, Pascal thanked God for the handgun that he found, shot his colleagues, and just as the creature appeared before him, shot himself.
Mann heard the gunshot.
He knew then that he was completely alone. He was the last one alive. He knew what he had to do. he gripped the pistol tightly and took a deep breath. He brought the pistol to his mouth and—
He couldn't do it.
He couldn't kill himself.
I don't want to die.
0 comments