A Human Spring

It was as if he had disobeyed the principle of conservation of movement, like he somehow stored kinetic energy in a quirky, tightly wound human spring. When he pushed a button, or someone pushed his, he’d spring up on an intended target. Except for his humanness he might be mistaken for a jumping spider.

A human spring. The thing is he is also like a clock with a bomb attached or maybe even generations of bombs. Occasionally, one went off. The last of the bombs was the big bang. It wasn’t him who planned that one. And how did he get himself involved in that? He was currently putting it together in his mind. Tick…tick…tick…you could not know which tick would trigger the spring that would trigger the end of humanity.

The last bang was reserved for all of humanity. When the tower fell, all knowledge would be lost and Earth would lose its fertility. It would release more kinetic energy than all the tectonic plates if they all moved under the sea together and reversed the poles of the Earth. No matter what the outcome all of humanity would suffer. The seeds of that suffering had already been planted. God would only help those who helped their own. At any rate it was much too late to avoid a tsunami of consequence. The only question of relevance was which plan would be executed. There were two—Plan A and Plan B.