Russell Carter

And On

When the Earth imploded, crashed in upon itself in an awesome orgy of destruction, I felt nothing. I stood there, on the platform of the Shell Super-Orbital Self-Service Commercial and Recreational Spacecraft Refueling Station, my hand typing my credit card’s PIN code into the digital air-pad, and watched it happen, just beyond the glass dome of the station, just in front of me. Watched all those swirls of blue and white twist viciously into black, watched the green masses crack and sear red. Watched it, the apocalypse that you and I and everyone we’ve ever known has waited for. And felt nothing. A sudden, violent, endless nothing.