Centricide at 4AM

For my comrade

Yeah I know this is short I'm sorry for that, I should stop blaming art block for this :/

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PS: God please forgive me.

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It was another wacky meeting.
Posadist stared the streets outside the wacky building's windows, one day it would all be nuked. Or so he hoped.

He thought about how life would be after the centricide, wod he get to nuke everyone after? Or would he just be given a pat in the shoulder and a "thanks for collaborating" for his work.

What would life be for the wacky?

Would they still hang out?

Even if he wanted to cause a nuclear war which would probably end humanity, Posadist didn't want to lose his comrades.

Then the sound of the opening door snapped him out of his thoughts, Transhumanist had arrived. He thought for a second, if technology improved it would make humanity closer to more powerful nukes, which means more probabilities of nuclear war.

Maybe this extremist unity was better than he thought.