How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
“If you truly understood welding, you would never make such a ridiculous claim. Have you any idea of the power required to make something like that happen in so short a time?”
“No,” I said. “How much?”
He paused to think about it. “We would have to consume this entire planet. Strip it of every last ounce of energy. Nothing would remain.”
The hairs on my arms stood up. A weird sensation washed over me, half-nausea, half-epiphany.
“Yes, that’s right. The Nekromel I’ve come from is a wasteland.”
What he was suggesting had already come to pass. I had seen it. He had made it happen, and I, it seemed, had told him to do it.