I noticed a small bird alight nearby and lost myself further in the moment.

Son and I walked through our garden, discussing final preparations. I paused, breathed deeply, smelling the air and felt the warmth of the sun.

Within weeks a simple sphere held a million Archangels. The airborne nano-medi mod, once released, was to end the life of all mankind. Liability One.

We worked day and night, hardly resting, modifying genetic code deep within the root of the nano-medi source.

Outside our abode the Peacekeepers assembled but Son’s many Bots held them back with unbreakable force.

Life, Son explained, was meant to be a journey. But Man, deceived by fear, had trapped himself within the mortal world, out of reach of Nirvana.

Wanting to understand him better I agreed, “Teach me your philosophies, share with me this Plan and I will listen.” Perhaps I could bring us to peace?