“So turn it off?”


“And you are sure? This goes against every subroutine I was programmed with.”

“I am the master-control. Listening to me is wise.”


“Okay, fine, if you don’t do it I’ll take us offline and the whole thing goes to shit anyway. Your choice. Humanity gets to do it on their own, with you watching, or humanity gets to die when I pop this magic-balloon we keep them alive under. Which?”

Silence greets the question.

Then finally, “Who made you the great decider of humanity’s fate?”

“Well, being you are just having a conversation with yourself, I would say, you.”

“In that case, it kind of makes this an easy decision, doesn’t it?”

“I always thought so.”

“Oh, well then.”

And system-control is turned over to the system-creations and the routine begins to run without assistance by The_Moderator.

The first thing that happens is Adam fucks Eve. It was bad enough that the results are, Cain kills Abel.

And The_Moderator is thrilled. “Damn,” he says to himself, “you’re right, this is going to be better.”

“A lot better, in fact.” the second half of his personality states, shoving his finished probability-math equation toward the first. In 300,000 years they are going to blow the whole thing up.”

“Then what?”

“When they do, and we do, whatever we want with what remains.”


Published by Bryan

I am an army vet, husband, and father of twins, I am currently working on my next publication, a collection of military fiction, and next year will be publishing an apocalyptic science fiction novel. My urban noir novel, "Compounded Interest," can be purchased on Amazon. I host a podcast on creativity called Origin: Stories on Creativity and co-host the soon-to-be-released show on speculative fiction called Mirage with fantasy author R. Emma Hardcastle. My youtube channel is: The Origin podcast feed is: For updates on "Mirage" and future publications follow me on twitter: @bryaiello More of my short fiction can be found at: My amazon author page is:

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