It was a like a glass pebble being crushed by a tombstone. We all stood together and had our worst fear realized. Some called the event "Gen-7" for short. Others referred it to "The End", "Apoc", "Doomsday". It was all the same thing they were talking about. Panic was gripping the crowds, children clinging to their mothers, lovers holding each other tightly, men and women and all of human kind were suffering under the sheer weight of these words.

"As you may know through word of mouth, a rumor had been started, turning this once thriving city into the pit of Hell that it is known today. Not just our city, but other towns, cities, states, countries, hemispheres!"


We stood.


"The rumor was "The end is coming", and it spread like a plague among rats."


We waited.


"Today, by my Lord's will and not my own, shall Genesis-7 be enforced. All those who will die by with Grace and Glory will ascend to the Holy Gates. And all those who kill and steal and rape will be cast down into the Lake of Fire. I myself will not be abstained from this Judgment. It will be enacted by the tools from which I have created for us. The Androids. They will not survive either, but act as a means to an end. Mercy be upon you." Then, there was nothing. No blip of noise or another harsh tone to signify the ending of a message. Just empty. Stillness. Devoid. Sounds of rushing water were heard as the streets filled up from underneath. Androids were opening hydrants and letting in levees. The sewers were flooding first, then the creeks, streams, ponds, lakes, rivers. It was all coming to an end.


We fled.