If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the Mighty one... I am become Death, the shatterer of Worlds.-Julius Robert Oppenheimer; quote from the Bhagavad Gita.

Life, the eternal suffering of one man's soul, beset onto the body and mind. Death, liberation from the curse which life places upon you to have a good laugh. When the sirens began to sing their song, it was as if a thousand needles violently pierced your ears, crumbling down your soul. I was liberated that day, when the sirens sang. Now, I am sitting in my saviour's home, Vault 61 chamber 100k-241, living the American Dream.
" Max? Max are you there?"
Linda, the Million Dollar Baby, when the Vault closed, she was the only one to make it into the Vault. Her family lies just outside the Heavenly Gates because Saint Peter decided that Heaven was all booked up. Another victim of life, its almost a shame.
"I'm here Linda. How are you holding up?"
"Oh Max, I can't stop thinking that they could have still survived. They could be out there, hiding in the woods, or somewhere in the mountains."
"Don't worry kiddo, if they are alive, they will find a way."
"Oh Max."
I couldn't stop thinking that the kid I was holding in my arms would have these kind of feelings at her age, bare this much pain in her heart. It was as if when looking down in my arms, they were dripping with blood from guilt, sorrow, pain and anger. Angels fell out of the sky last week, they fell onto Earth instead of hell. Like I said, we're all living The American Dream.

Sometimes the difference between heaven and hell, good and bad, right and wrong are so thin, that we can not distinguish them. Sometimes we make the right choice, sometimes we don't. Sometimes it is the wolf in a sheep's clothing, waiting for us to make the first move, then strike mercilessly.
"Linda wait!"
"No Max, I have to know, I have to know if my family's still alive!"
"Linda! If you go out there, you'll die, or worse. Don't do it kiddo."
"I'm not a kid anymore Max, it's been two weeks already, I need to know."
"You're not going anywhere Linda, you're coming with me."
"Don't make me use it Max, don't make me use the gun!"
Bang.... the answer hit me full on right there. All I needed to know was why, why would she doom herself for nothing. I was trying to understand what she was doing, looking at her, from the ground, lying in a pool of my own blood. After a few seconds I understood, it was hope.
"Go go go, she's trying to get out, open fire! HQ, need a medic at the Vault Doors, we have a wounded male, in his thirties, critical condition, gunshot to the chest."
All the mysteries of time, all the answers and questions, all packed in a casket, and ejected into the emptiness of the once known Blue Planet.
Silence, the absolute beauty of silence, the madness of silence, and the sound of silence echoing into one man's brain, eating at his sanity, leaving him an empty shell. The Vault was Heaven and Hell, Yin and Yang, Black and White, Good and Evil. Our little corner of the world was a blessing for every one of us, protected by a thick layer of metal, safe from the outside world, safe from everyone. The Vault was our world now, our universe, our notion of safety. It takes just one to mess it all up.
The intercom rang, the day I got out of the hospital ward and headed back home, back to my box.
"Yeah?"
"Is this?Max?"
"Yeah this is Max, who wants to know?"

((More to come soon))

(( Just soemthing I'm trying out, Since its a 50's theme game, tried to implement some film Noir feel to it, tell me if it works ))

I'm not much of a critic but it looks good man, keep it up.

I like it. I especially liked the ending, nice twist.

Your beginning quote kind of threw me off though. "If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the Mighty one... I am become Death, the shatterer of Worlds."

If you are trying to refer to, "I am," as a biblical reference to God, it should be, "I am become's death, the shatter of Worlds."

If not,

"I become Death, the shatter of Worlds," but the pronoun, "I," doesn't refer to anything or anyone.

If your trying to refer to the Atom bomb, then the proper pronoun is, "it."

"It became death, the shatter of Worlds."

I might be looking to far into this, and missing it all together. Anyways, good job.

The fist line is Oppenheimer recalling the Bhagavad Gita, its a quote from a Sutra i think, it refers to the god vishnu, he associated that god to the atomic bomb. He said it about himself, i forgot to reference it, that's why it didnt sound right.





((The story will continue tomorrow))

One Last call, the last words we want to hear from the ones we love before it all ends. Do we want to forget, or remember? The memory of the ones we love cling onto each one of our senses for all time, untill we die, in the cold of night, the warmth of a bed, no matter where we are, we want to make that last call, that last minute when the voices we hold so dear ring in our ears for one last time. The sound that severs our synapses and leaves us cold, alone, dead, yet still breathing. That one last call, that destroyes you completely, yet it's so sweet and pleasant.

"Who is this?!"
"Max, don't you remember my voice?"
"Sarah..."
"Max, i need your help."
"Wait! Sarah! How.. how are you doing this, you're dead. Who is this?"
"Max, I need you to go to the mess hall tonight."
"What,why?"
"You'll see then, I have to go, bye."

I never stopped looking for her. She dissapeared a few years back while working a story for the local newspaper, about the Vaults. One day, she never came back. The search took months untill they came up with a body, mangled so badly that only by some pieces of clothing left, she could be identified. Slowly, she dissapeared into the bowels of my thoughts, stacked away in another filing cabinet in the basemant of the Police Station. She fell into oblivion, like a moth on a windshield. One last call, looks like I was about to get more than that.
Time, the notion of time differs from one to another, a fly's lifespan is of a few days, and ours years. What we do with that time is what matters, we can laugh, lie, steal, give but no matter what we do we all come to the same conclusion, death. Still, we live, seemingly forever be it an hour, a day, a year. Night had come and I was getting ready to step into the unknown and take a leap of faith.
"Alright, I'm here, what is it?"
" Over here Max, in the kitchen."
" Oh... God, Sarah... How, how did you, how did you get here?"
" I was trapped here, the Overseer locked me up in one of the rooms in the restricted area of the Vault. I managed to escape just a few days ago."
"That's why the guards were running around when I was in the hospital ward, they were looking for you."
"I tried to find you, but i couldn't risk getting caught again, I dont think I could bare it again, help me Max, please. Someone's coming!"
"Stay here, I'll go see who it is."
"Hello? Hello? There's no on... Sarah? Sarah!?"

They say we use only 10 percent from the total potential of our brain. Memories, thoughts, knwoledge, stored in a shoebox, locked inside a storage room. The other 90 percent of the brain's potential is unknown to mankind yet. What we see, hear, feel, smell, they're all impulses sent to our brain through nerves. The brain is the key, and if the key is crooked, then it won't fit the lock anymore. I couldn't help but remember a song I heard some time ago.

Time alone, oh time will tell
You think you're in heaven but you're living in hell.

"He's coming around, this guy's really lucky, I haven't seen many recover from 3 gunshots to the chest. Get a doctor, tell him Max Sanders, the man that was shot near the Vault entrance yesturday just woke up"