The sudden silence of clacking keyboards jolted me out of my nap. I peered over at the bottom left corner of my screen, “2:42PM.” The work-day wasn’t over for another two hours at least, but everyone had stopped typing. Instead, their attention had turned to another screen, the big TV that overlooked the entire cubicle area was flipped to Channel 7. Instead of the usual midday news of petty theft and traffic, there was an emergency broadcast by the president.

“I am so sorry for all the impending misfortune, but as a result of misguided overseas negotiations, we are headed into Doomsday. Our nation’s soil will be plagued by nuclear warfare in the next three hours, so take underground shelter if possible. If not, please pray.”