Recreated from events recorded and transmitted by the mobile of Helena Garret.
The destroyers floated at precise distances from each other in a circle encompassing the island of Dr. Essex. The sky barely allowed a single puff of a cloud to mar it’s pristine blue.
Director Helena Garret rode in a tiny boat from one of the ships to land. Her curly brown hair fluttered in the wind and her face showed no sign of worry.
When the craft landed, she hopped off and ran up the beach. She slowed to a measured walk when she approached Dr. Essex’s house.
“Doctor!” She shouted. “We need to speak to you.”
A man with very tall spiky black hair, orange pants, thick glasses, and a floral shirt came out of the house. “What?”
Director Garret walked up to him. “Sir, the world needs you to stop. You’ve destroyed two oceans already. You have to come with me.”
Dr. Essex laughed.
“Well, I guess there’s no reason to wait,” he said. He pulled a car door opener from his pocket and clicked the button.
The sea fell around the destroyers.
Garret gasped. Her ships would—
“No,” she whispered. “It can’t be.”
She turned to face the hole. Everything sank into it.
The perfect teal blue sea looked like glass. It fell into the hole. The Triton succumbed first. The black hole grew more quickly.
The footage stopped.
“That, class, was the destruction of Earth, humanity’s home planet. Are there any questions?”
A girl with red hair and freckles raised her hand.
“Yes, Rebbecca?”
“Why did he do it?”
“I’m not sure that’s a question I can answer. However, cornered animals are dangerous.”
#86 - Coincidence, I assure you.
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