I moved slowly to the window and peered outside. On the horizon, I could see a massive mushroom cloud climbing slowly toward the sky. Would I…would we really be able to change the course of history? No…that was the wrong way to look at it. It couldn’t be a question. I had to change history. We could save the world. I’m going to change history.

I stared at the darkening skies above us, and steeled myself. I would succeed.

sort of a companion to https://8tracks.com/yorusoi/moon

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