The air is thin. It's cold, damn it's more than just cold. It's like I'm sitting in the arctic. My stomach is turning and my heart is pounding. I keep telling myself, no I don't have to do this. No, I can always turn away.
Then I remember why I am here. I remember the pain I felt, the anger when the event happened back on our home world. I start to cry, and I feel the tear turn from a warm drop of water to a cold, freezing drop. That's how cold it is on this spaceship.
Let me take a step back. I was sent here by the world government, from our home world. The world below is so similar to ours. It's blue, full of water. Has land, has an arctic. I am sure it has rain and snow. Maybe some hurricanes, too.
This world, though is full with monster's and some of the most disgusting creatures to ever walk on a planet. Honest to God, I don't know why they were ever created. They are full with germs, they bathe in their own filth. I hear they sleep with little creatures in their bed's to help them stay dirty. Yes, they want to be filled with dirt and germs.
You see, ten months ago our world received a weapon of mass destruction. It killed almost a billion of our people, including my family. My little girl. My lovely little girl named Emily. I am here today because of her.
The morality of what I am doing has been argued for the past ten months. There are those, however few in number they are, who say our reaction today is an overreaction. That we should at least reach out to this society below. Until we ask them, we can never be sure what that device was intended to do.
I asked them, what else could the device be? They want our world, so they sent a bomb that would kill millions upon millions of our people. It's a matter of time before they send another targeted attack, and we shouldn't give them that chance.
When it was decided to move forward with Project Pandora, they asked for a volunteer. It would be something impossible to demand of anyone. I mean, they are asking for a single person to take a spacecraft -- this spacecraft -- to the enemy home world and destroy it to pieces. Completely wipe out everyone, yes even the children. They killed our children, they killed my Emily.
That is what I keep telling myself. That's what I told the government when they asked why I am volunteering.
So I looked down at the cold, big red button and did what I was asked to do. I pushed the big, red button. With that one press, the world we call Arber -- or as they call it, Earth -- is all gone. Destroyed, in a blink of an eye the white beam came from my ship and destroyed all bio-matter on the planet. Nothing could, or would, ever survive.
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