[ WP ] `` I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them . '' Start or end your story with this sentence .

*I wo n't have time to explain all of this to them*. There was no doubt in my mind. I slowly reached forward and grabbed the frail microphone, lifting it off the table and to my mouth. 
 
 I had to try. 
 
 With my other hand, I reached for the small round button that read TRANSMIT on the small radio in front of me. It seemed so delicate, and yet it was vitally important for the entire human race for me to press it firmly. As I began to apply pressure to it, an explosion began to rumble from outside my facility, shaking the table, causing the florescent lights to flicker, and causing me to drop the microphone. 
 
 Sweat dripped down my face as I reached down to pick it back up off the cold stone floor. No, wait, that was a tear, not sweat. *How odd, it's been so long since I've cried. An interesting feeling, really. * 
 
 Once again holding the microphone in front of my lips, I finally applied the pressure the TRANSMIT button needed to switch on. 
 
 I could say the exact temperatures, or I could say the exact threat, or possibly try to explain how I knew any of this, but I had n't the time. I knew what I had to say, my only hope was that the right people were listening. 
 
 `` Bring fire. Whether it be napalm, hydrogen bombs, or nukes; the only thing you can do is burn them. You will know who they are soon. Set aside your differences to eliminate them or -- -'' 
 
 A new rumble started, but from way off in the distance. It would be the one. 
 
 It killed the power to the facility, leaving me sitting in the dull red light of the emergency backup lighting. I let my finger off the TRANSMIT button as the radio no longer had any power. I had done what I could. 
 
 I slowly stood up, pushing the chair back behind me. The rumbling kept getting louder, enhanced by the sound of rushing wind. It was an odd feeling, knowing such a force was coming without seeing it. I took a deep breath to try to calm myself, to die in peace. 
 
 I never finished exhaling. 
 
 The white walls around me seemed to simultaneously explode. The force seemed to have no direction, only pure destruction everywhere. It did not blow the tears off my face, it merely incinerated them immediately. My skin had less than milliseconds between being destroyed by debris, getting torn off my body, and being turned into dust. My bones were probably thrown through the rest of the facility along with the walls. 
 
 At least, that's how I imagine I died.
