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"Now listen closely to this last bit, as it's important, and then our business can be concluded. As you may or may not have known, I run a small...city…of my own...and said city also requires power to run efficiently. So for every one who uses this new power source of yours, I'll tap in, and take a tiny bit of energy...to fuel my city. That is all I ask...in addition to your silence of course. Fair enough?"

"Deal," said Ben.

"Then shake my hand and it is sealed," said the devil. Ben released him from the wall, and reached out to shake his hand. The talons pressed into his flesh again, and this time he woke up in a cold sweat as thunder shook the room about him. Outside a powerful storm raged, and Ben smiled. He quickly snatched up a kite, an iron key, and a metal pole, and, not bothering to dress himself, walked out the door of his home without stopping to close, nor lock it.

That night, in the pouring rain, with nothing but a kite and a key, Ben Franklin, a seemingly ordinary man, single handedly called lightning down from the sky...discovering for mankind the key to harnessing electricity, and also dooming the vast majority of it to eternal hellfire.

Though to be fair to Ben, most of them had already been headed in that direction anyways.


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IT WAS THE SPRING OF THE YEAR 2013,
and over 99 percent of the population of the planet earth was about to die. The Day of Judgement. The Apocalypse. Whatever you preferred to call it. It was upon the poor pitiful mortals, heretics and sinners alike. But now I'm getting ahead of myself.

There had always been a few prophets screaming about then, and I guess some of them turned out to be right, but for the most part everyone had pretty much given up on the idea of an apocalypse happening when 2000 arrived without so much as a biblical hiccup. As though the idea were ludicrous that a god could exist who counted on a different time table then humanity’s. I suppose ultimately, all the crazy old man upstairs wanted to do was catch you all off guard. And he sure as hell did that.

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