I walked through the park in the suburbs of Maine. It was cool, around 60-64. I was in my 20's and was listening to an audio book as I walked the paths.

  I was out of work, depressed and pessimistic about the future. Not suicidal, mind. But definitely not in the best shape I could be in.

  That's why I was walking in the forest. It calmed me, the smells, sounds, and general feel were peaceful. I sighed.

  I hated living. It was a topic I had thought on many times. If it came down to genetic modification or being remade into a machine, I would pick the latter every time.

  I joked about 'the weakness of flesh' and its general inferiority, but it was a joke. Being human, for me, was terrible. Get up, eat, do things to pretend you have a purpose, eat, piss and shit, sleep. Repeat again.

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  Not to mention disease, illness, infection, and more. Constipation from a poor diet made me pray to whatever God would listen to take me away, yet I continued to do the same things again and again. But I digress. I just hated... Being, I guess.

  I sighed, and emerged from the forest. I paused my book, and wrapped my ear buds around my phone. As I walked out onto the sidewalk, I put my phone into my pocket.

  I began my treck home, too poor to afford a car, when a rumble through the ground shook the earth. An earthquake? I fell to my knees, and hissed. "Fucking shit God damn mother fuuuuu..." I stopped cursing as I looked up.

  A mushroom cloud road ahead of me, looking like... like... my heart sank. "Oh..." I whispered. I fell on my ass as I watched the cloud expand, when the Soundwave hit.

  I was deafened immediately, and I screamed in agony. I tried to stand, but with the shaking and my blown eardrums, I fell again. I fell on my back, looking at the cloudy blue sky.

  I wanted to cry, to scream I indignity. To rage at the universe, perhaps? No... No that would be worthless...

  I was always a calm, patient person by nature. Self reflecting and introspective. I was afraid, yes. That was fine. I was about to die, after all.

  I slowly closed my eyes, and waited. I felt like napoleon sitting on a rock. There was nothing I could do. A nuclear missile had struck not a mile away, and I was fucked.

  I sighed, strangely calm. Perhaps I would become a robot in the next life. I chuckled. Like in star trek, or aliens? Who knew.

  I felt a quick, rising heat, before my consciousness failed me. I was dead before I knew it.