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Rete Mirabile

2010-10-23

The gun shook in Sherpie's hand, and the Minister still cradled the switch in his hands. The Minister looked at the window and then back and Sherpie, and then moved to throw the switch.

"No!"

The Minister then seemed to remember the gun, furrowing his brow at the floor.

"Don't do it Noska - don't do it, how can you do it Noska?"

"Well I just -"

"No you fool! We'll have all our lives to answer for this! Stop this Noska - just let them have the damn mountain ranges, we - we'll just give -"

"That's exactly what we can't do, Sherpie: we can't give them anything. If they never listened to reason what would stop them from building up and just starting up again later?"

Sherpie's face grew red and the gun drew lines in the air, Sherpie's eyes beginning to stream in desperate frustration.

"Please Noska," Sherpie sobbed. "Just no - we can't do this."

"But we can," the Minister gestured with the switch.

"No!"

"This isn't about us."

"But that's the point Noska! This isn't about us! All the people, Noska - think of all the people! And not just them but the way everyone else will live; they won't be living! Everyone will exist like rats! What have we got now! And what will happen after all of it ends? How do we know we'll be better off? How can we risk living any more like slaves than we -"

"But that's the idea," the Minister clenched the switch tighter.

Sherpie's eyes grew livid with fear. "But - but - bu-"

Sherpie stopped when he saw a shape in the doorway. The two by the window were faced by Shrendig, rasping slightly. Everyone froze.

Shrendig seemed to look at Sherpie after a moment, and began to walk towards the Minister's desk.

"No! No!" Sherpie pointed the gun at the soldier and she stopped in the middle of the room. Pausing for a moment Shrendig retrieved a holstered pistol and held it at her waist.

Sherpie's arm grew heavy from its extended extension, and it trailed ever greater circles in the air with the gun, Sherpie's wrist at the end impossible to tighten.

It was then when Shrendig shot Sherpie, and he crumbled faceless and bloody at the Minister's feet. Shrendig reached over the room impatiently to the Minister's hands and tightly clasped the switch closed with the Minister's thumb.

The two seemed to grow weightless, and the room felt bigger. The sun emerged from behind a cloud and harsh white light arrested the room, colouring it ablaze with shadows.