Boom, Motherfucker

The acrid odor of vaporized solder stung Christian’s nostrils as he connected the detonator circuit to the motherboard. It lacked the same subtle hint of feces and putrefaction, but the smell of burning lead and tin never failed to remind him of the fug of scorched electronics that filled the study the day he discovered his father’s stiffened, electrocuted corpse.

Christian would never know why his father had opened the desktop to fiddle with the power supply; but he was certain that Windows 8 was somehow responsible, and that certainty filled him with cold, dispassionate rage. If Microsoft had not burned Windows 8 into the BIOS in a bid for market dominance, Christian could have loaded the machine with an operating system his father understood. But Microsoft’s ambition was limitless, and Christian’s father had paid for their hubris.

Soon, though, it would be Microsoft’s turn to pay. With the detonator connected, the instrument of Christian’s vengeance was complete, his little doomsday laptop primed. He would FedEx the machine to Microsoft headquarters, and the moment some curious soul powered it on, the ultra-rich plutonium inside would fulfill its limitless ambition and reduce the entire facility to a cloud of radioactive vapor.


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  1. “Christian, disgusted with Windows 8, buys a laptop, modifies it to be a nuclear device, and mails it to Microsoft headquarters.”

    –Requested by Erik M.

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