The young inventor sat with the device in his lap, lost in deep contemplation. A single burst and the tree had disintegrated. He stared at the dirt, then up at the scattered wooden innards that flashed against the dark ground. His mind raced with visions of scaled versions of the device. Large mobile units operating together as a mechanized army capable of clearing an entire forest in seconds.
He turned the barrel towards himself. Save the world from his ideas?
History filled his mind. He could see the giant cloud billowing up into the atmosphere.
He blinked.
An Oppenheimer moment.
Prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt © Rochellewisoff.com
Humble Swagger 
Hmm, well he’s clearly capable of producing a dangerous weapon, but instead of turning the gun on himself, let’s hope he chooses to use his skills for good instead of evil!
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Perhaps he can just destroy the weapon and create something more constructive instead of killing himself. Nice take.
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Perhaps he needs to channel his energies more carefully. Nicely done.
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Dear Humble Swagger,
Interesting and unique take on the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes. As the others have said, maybe he should apply himself in a better manner…
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Thought provoking. The trouble is, virtually any discovery or invention can be used for bad purposes. The thing that needs to be eliminated isn’t his invention, it’s man’s greed and violence.
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Oh, nice story! Well, unpleasant, but in a nice way. I like that you left it open-ended. I wonder what the outcome was..?
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Reblogged this on Observations of The Urban Spaceman.
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