The four men entered a room about the size of a small walk-in closet. A sole console with only one large button was at the center. They all stared at the button momentarily in silence. Simon didn’t know it yet, but the other three men, the three highest-ranking political figures left on the planet, knew exactly what it was. It was what would stop reality forever.
“How is this supposed to work?” Simon asked.
“Don’t ask questions, just be thankful,” Vice President Sans snapped.
“Quiet, Patrick; show some respect,” President Eastman snapped back. Sans remained quiet and the four men continued to stare in silence for another minute.
“Mr. President,” General Keats began, “you are the only person who can press that button, sir.” (more…)