Crashing into God

The one time I have ever felt close to God was the couple of seconds before my plane made impact with the ground…

It was at the moment my very existence was put into question, that I realized that the presence of something greater, a superior consciousness, was undeniable…

I own a company. A very successful conglomerate which owns different chemical factories. These chemical companies produce the substances necessary to make certain compounds, that, when mixed together in a specific fashion, produce the deadliest chemical weapon known to mankind, and I have monopoly over the whole industry… not to mention the copyrighted formula to manufacture it.

When it happened, I was on my way to sign the largest contract in my company’s history, which involved providing services of a certain nature to a certain government in need of my unique compounds…

Needless to say, the quantities requested for this particular contract could only be explained one way. There was going to be a genocide. People were going to die. Hundreds of thousands of people…and I was going to make a fortune. My grandchildren and their descendants would never have to work a day in their lives.

That is a dream come true for someone with humble beginnings like me… Unlike my only son, next in line for company leadership; I have known what it means to wonder what tomorrow will be made of, if I will have a meal, or just even drinkable water. Yet the pompous little do-gooder is incapable of seeing all the opportunities I have provided him. He is such a pain in my ass, that I had to get this deal done unbeknownst to him.

Had it been up to him, we would focus our companies’ resources and time towards finding cancer cures and treatments…which happens to be extremely costly with extremely low returns… the opposite of lucrative… we don’t run a charity…

Or at least we didn’t. Now, obviously things will change. The contract was never signed, so humanity has gained a second lease on its lifespan, due to a loose bolt on my private jet’s engine…

In other words, my death has saved hundreds of thousands, perhaps, millions of lives, if not more… because my stupid pilot didn’t thoroughly check the jet’s equipment.

Unless my little shit of a son found out about what I was doing and had my aircraft sabotaged… in which case I will haunt the son of a bitch into madness until he joins me here in hell…

A Story by ©PanAfricus

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