Static needles ranging from enormous to infinitesimal hovered over their lilliputian brains gauging the arcing rifts that tore through the rather dilapidated segments of atmosphere contained so carelessly in the many interwoven submerged consciousness of perceived life. These "tears" continued down the peripheral border overlapping my unnatural jumps throughout the conscious body of this interval present.
A pause, blink, or cough triggers the trapdoor beneath my feet causing my inert vessel to fall and savagely flail alongside the bridged old and new epoch. The sight of failure corkscrews amidst the twisting colorless vortex that I've found myself caught within as previously severed gateways signal my descent through the course of internal perdition. One in particular amongst many caused me greater displeasure then the rest.
"Corporal, a moment please" A voice beckoned from beyond the open doorway's metallic structure.
The sterile detention cell where I spoke from held no windows save the for the centered two way mirror and the single door where the summoned man had just exited from. Inside said barren hell only contained a single waist high table with two impossibly uncomfortable chairs aggressively bolted to the textured flooring.
"It's come to my attention son that you've acquired a young child from the area closest to the impact sight. Is this correct?"
"Yes sir" the voice of both men leaked through the steely barriers and hit my ears as if both currently stood just across from me.
"And would it be correct to assume you've found no traces of radiation on our subject?"
"That would be correct sir"
"Well then, we have only one solution to our little predicament"
The dismantled shards of compressed heat and sand quickly reformed back into their destined shape. A sheet of three eighth inch thick glass slid back through hollowed arch as father strode in, backwards and without a clearly defined tune. His mumble squeaked out, scrabbled from the back-end of our noisy vocabulary.
"Nos ny zah fut"
"Then it is decided corporal..."
"Sir... I do believe that will become a prob-"
Dad's rigid shoulders bulged underneath his milk white smock. The cracked smile tore over the bottom half of his weathered face as he began to peer towards my general direction.
"I ever tell you the story about my father Jericho?"
Mindlessly I shook my head in ignorance.
"It was... So very long ago now that he held out his here hand and showed me this" inside father's rugged fingers gently lay a small darkened matte gray marble no larger then a dime. "He told me that this tiny ball was supposed to change everything..."
"Think before you say what you're thinking young man! I am the one in charge here not Alvarez. If you think for one moment that I'll let you inform the captain of my intentions..."
"But it was the smooth bore musket that caused this little lead ball to rattle inside the barrel as it traveled to and from. A very bad thing to occur indeed. Likewise accuracy was more of a rarity then not. Even so" Father took the ball in hand and squeezed the tiny object until it's visible evidence was entirely covered by four bloodless fingers and a thumb. "It changed the way we thought about any given conflict"
- continued shortly (hopefully)
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