How To Stop A Nuclear War

E=MC^2

When I was in school, I knew alot about nuclear weapons. I knew basically everything you could know. I knew so much that some of my teachers were becoming increasingly worried. But to be honest, I was never going to become a psychopas killer, nuclear weapons just fascinated me-I was compelled by the amount of energy that they released, how they worked and, well, just nuclear weapons in general. My interest began when I first saw a video of a nuclear explosion way back when I was 8 years old. And I found out that my grandad used to be a semi-expert on them.

So even as I finished school, my interest for explosive devices grew, and even as I progressed into adulthood and setting up To-B-Tec I continued finding out more and more about them. I gave presentations. I even helped qualified, professional scientists with nuclear-related research. I am not going to lie, I was and still am a genius on the topic. 

Back in school, especially from age 9 till about 13, I was severely bullied by my peers and many people avoided being friends with me in the usual sheep principle. One person goes one way, so do the rest. Until a wolf comes to chase them all appart.

The nicknames went from your standard "nerd" and "try-hard" but later the creative ones kicked in such as "bomb-head" and "evil scientist", hence I never really had a good reputation for my interest, up until I came to be in charge of all the nuclear weapons owned by the US.

It was 8:23 and nearly everyone was out of the To-B-Tec headquarters. Only I and a few other workaholics remained. If I wanted to, I could of called it a day a long time ago, or even stayed at home since no one can fire the Big Boss, but I descided to stay so I could just gaze out of the window like poeple do in movies. But what I could see was a really rare view. Only the top businessmen who's offices and flats were positioned at the top of skyscrapers got to see New York in all it's glory. I sighed. Beautful city full of ugly bastards.

My computer screen has been staring at me with it's black screen for a long while and my white office was dimly lit by a single lightsource, which was actually coming from the fishtank which was one of the many things attempting to decorate the place, along with a few rare paintings and exotic plants. So much has changed since 2010. Before, people appreciated color and variety. Vintage was a trend. But the futuristic age was sleek, laidback and abstract. Even the fishtank was an irregular octagon, built into the wall to add a sence of, well, futurism.

Anyone who has acrophobia was never too keen on my office-the windows which faces the city covered the entire wall and stretched from ceeling to floor. I loved it, not only because it gave me a top-class panoramic view. I could easily watch and laugh every time as yet another man misses his taxi or a woman wearing 20 inch heels falls over.

There was barely a single building that wasn't a slim, alpine skyscraper. Most of the lights were on, turning the city into a glowing metal and concrete jungle. Metal and concrete was the only thing jungles seemed to be made out of now day. I bet that in a mere couple of years people are going to laugh at the idea of jungles made of trees with monkeys eating bananas.

The various billboards and colourfull lettering made it give off multi-coloured radience, not just yellow and white. Even through the thick, unbreakable glass I could hear chattering, screaming, the roaring of cars. The wzoom of the sky train as it weaved among the skyscrapers and vanished into the horizon.

One thing that failed to fascinate me was the aerial car. Ferraris, Jaguars, BMWs. Even preposterous jeeps which looked like they will fall and kiss the ground at any second. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of them all flying around like insects.  Of course, the poor part of the population still used the standard car. There was always road traffic in New York. And there always will be.

The aerial car was being developed for several years and finally came in on the market in 2015. And who made the final finishing touches to actually make it possible? Yep, Toby von Burden. My knowledge in nuclear science made mechanics seemingly easy for me. Was there a link between them two? I don't know. But whatever I invented, or helped out with, always failed to fascinate me, even if it put millions of others into a state of awe.