Let me preface this by saying its part of a mental exercise for me.
I came up with an idea for a short story last night, its probably a story that's been done before but it brings up a interesting question.
Lets say that its the late 80's, in my story we/you hear reports on the news of a crisis in the middle east (That's where they all start), it swiftly turns into a confrontation between the Soviets and the Americans. Throughout the day the news gets worse, you hear the President making a speech that America won't back down in the face of tyranny, you hear the Soviet Premiere speak, he states that the American Capitalist aggressors will not push the Peaceful Soviet People from the rightful place in the world.
As day turns to night you keep hearing the news get worse as the world moves towards a nuclear confrontation.
You live in a small house or apartment. Your doorbell rings and you open the door and a small group of friends arrives they all have beer or liquor or whatever. If the world is going to end it might as well end with a party.
I guess my question is
What would you talk about?
What would you do?
Would you confess something that your friends didn't know?
Once the missiles launch (and in my story they launch)
What would you do with the last 30 minutes of your life.
I just thought this could be an interesting discussion for fun.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
I'd try to OD on a ridiculous cocktail of booze and drugs so I could avoid the whole being vapourized thing. I'd probably be so effed up that I'd be the life of the party until I started choking on my own vomit or going into cardiac arrest. Not sure what I'd talk about...probably how effed up I am.
Well, it sounds like a bad Showcase miniseries, but I can't imagine I'd say anything out of the ordinary as far as confessions go. No point in messing with someone's head right before they die. Probably mostly reminisce about all the cool fun stuff we have all done. And curse the superpowers, plenty.
In reality, I wouldn't be sitting around though, I'd be getting the hell to anywhere I thought was safer, reality of the situation be damned.
House party? what in the everloving pfft? I'm leading a ragtag group of misfits on a venture to hijack Challenger, Atlantis or Discovery (depending on date) and getting right the fux out of here
Every 10m we up the ante with harder and harder drugs until someone finally crashes us into the moon
Well, besides the myth that the world will end... it won't it will just really suck if you live in a big city, the world will still go on, just really crappilly after a nuclear war.
Anyway, if I had no way to get to the mountains and seek safety, honestly, I'd just stand on the roof of my building, and watch the thing hit. It would be a pretty fascinating 3 or 4 seconds.
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That's kinda how I'm hoping it goes, in fact I'd prefer it to a natural death at 78 or so. That way I could just walk up to all the young people and say... "Well, at least I got 72 years out of the deal, kinda sucks to be you."
So what would you do
