[ WP ] A post apocalyptic society finds an ancient device that gives them instructions on what to do next . This device - the Bop It

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. 
 
 I stand on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the shantytown beneath me. From up here the Church has a perfect view over the poor and the homeless. A fact not lost on us when they built it so far above our reach. I was selected, pulled from my home in the middle of the night by the Cardinals, a title borrowed from a religion long gone. In my hand, a weapon so powerful that the likes of it had n't been seen since the days before the war. The Church tells us that this paled in comparison to the weapons used to win the war, and the Church does not lie. 
 
 As I stand I can feel it in my hand; it's heavy but it fits well in my palm. A tiny explosive egg, a lever, and a pin. I can hear them walking behind me but I do n't turn around. I do n't dare. Only the Cardinals may look at God. I can feel them, feel Him, behind me though. I know I'm about to hear the voice that will change my life forever. 
 
 `` Pull it'' 
 
 I stand on the cliff in surprise. The voice is inhuman, no Cardinal could have spoken those words. It must have been Him. But pull what? There's nothing to pull here. 
 
 `` Pull it'' 
 
 I look around bewildered, careful not to turn back, when I remember the egg in my hand, with the lever, and the little silver pin. 
 
 `` Pull it'' 
 
 We've all been told what happens if that pin is pulled. Destruction that has n't been seen since the war, there's no telling what would happen if 
 
 `` Pull it'' 
 
 Pull it and do what? I ca n't turn around, ca n't risk facing God. My soul would be ripped from m- 
 
 `` Pull it'' 
 
 I only have one choice. But that would be 
 
 `` Pull it'' 
 
 And I do. And as I throw the egg into the oblivious town below me I weep. But this is 
 God's work. And as the world in front of me erupts and my ears start to ring, I thought I heard God's voice, behind me one more time. 
 
 `` Bop it''
