So, what do you think about thermonuclear atom bombs?
Dr. P. H. Kaboom certainly thinks they are quite fascinating. You’d watch him hunched over a dizzying array of beakers filled to the brim with the most confounding of contents, while he mutters in rapid verses about mathematical equations, as if his tongue can’t catch up with his pace of his mind. Always accessorized with a handy-dandy notepad and lab goggles, with an oversized lab coat hanging over his crooked frame, the man dresses like the pits of fashion.
As the evidence suggests, Dr. P. H. Kaboom is not the most ordinary.
On plain sight at least, Dr. P.H. Kaboom is a mad man.
Well, he wasn’t always this way. I am not a fan of this recent development, personally.
Growing up, Dr. P. H. Kaboom had an immense fascination for explosives. He basically demolished his mother’s basement, doing experiments on ballistics, by the time he was twelve. In fact, he was so enthralled by explosives, he went on to pursue a doctorate in defense engineering by the time he was sixteen. Subsequently, he was placed as the Head Scientist in a top-secret government laboratory for researching and developing defense machinery.
A smart, accomplished, young man like Dr. P. H. Kaboom was destined for a successful life.
But when it comes to Dr. P. H. Kaboom’s line of work, there is NO room for mistakes.
The man was tirelessly working towards his goal of perfection.
Well, would it be anticlimactic of me to say that Dr. P.H. Kaboom made a mistake?
Accidentally pushed the wrong button, sent off a dozen thermonuclear bombs and basically evaporated all life on Earth into a radioactive mess.
Well, that’s the gist of it. If I were to explain it in vivid detail, at first there was a thunder that the Earth had never heard before. All twelve bombs detonated at the same time, ripping off every single thing in its path into mere atoms. Mountains and buildings alike, all disintegrated into dust.
Dr. P. H. Kaboom, looks in horror, from his cushy submarine, the ocean floor being blissfully unaware of the rampant destruction of the outside world.
The gut-wrenching boom was followed by possibly the most silent day of Dr. P. H. Kaboom’s life. No missed calls from his mother, no squeals of happiness from his daughter.
The world was quite literally, empty.
The silence, needless to say, was deafening. As he rose from the sea, he was welcomed by the destruction he had caused. He fell into himself, screaming and crying, but to no avail.
It has been three years since Dr. P. H. Kaboom lost everything.
Lifelong solitude wasn’t the easiest, but he found solace in his research. No longer in the pursuit of perfection, truly at peace. Maybe blowing up the Earth was a serendipitous event after all.
Written by Khushi Nigam for Metamorphose