“Humanity’s future is in your hands. Good luck.”
“Thanks, sir.”
I studied the earth-bound missile’s control panel.
Two wires and a countdown clock.
10 seconds.
How’d it go?
Cut the red, everyone dead.
Cut the green, keep your spleen.
Or was it:
Cut the red, no one dead.
Cut the green, lose your spleen.
No, that’s the FBISNB456?
5
I think.
4
Gut instinct.
3
Green.
2
*SNIP*
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The posthumous bravery award goes to…
My entry in the April 2022 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Pressure
Genre: Speculative fiction
M. Robert Gibson 