Story Of J Robert Oppenhiemer
Story Of J Robert OppenhiemerIt was too early in the morning when the somewhat expected phone call came. That it was early in the morning really did not matter though, anytime would have been too early for him. What he had just been told immediately weighed heavily on his mind. He was the one that made the choice, but was it really a choice at all? That question ran over and over, through his mind like a mouse on a wheel. The quest he had begun years ago had finally ended, in a rain of fiery hell. Thousands of people died that day. Partly because of him, and he knew that. Was there even a chance for him to have said no? Would the U.S. Government have allowed it? Memories began to cloud his mind.
It all began a few years ago, in 1943 when he was chosen as one of them. He would be a part elite few who would win the war for the Allies, and save the lives of thousands of Americans. It sounded so powerful, so righteous, in fact to him it sounded perfect. He would be America's hero. Regardless of whether or not he would be known, after all, the project was deemed Top Secret, he would still know. That was all he believed he needed. He was wrong.
He dwindled in his memories. It started like the soft but noticeable sound of white noise on the radio, but soon grew into voices. He began constantly hearing the dreadful and horrible screams as if he was there, seeing the great white light. He pictured himself as a god, a horrible Osiris that sat on top of Mount Fuji, claiming the lives of thousands and thousands, trying to drag them with him to Hades. What had he done on his path to greatness? How could something he felt so right about in the beginning feel so wrong now? His mind had traveled what seemed like thousands of miles, until he found himself back at the root of this thought train, the call.
He knew all along that it was coming, and that...
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