Welcome to the Bomb Factory

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Welcome to the bomb factory. They used to make bombs in this building. If you look really hard, you can see the reflection of the desert landscape in the glass windows, high above the ground, near where the top of the building meets the sky. The people who make bombs think that, if they bury their bomb-making buildings, if they hide them in the desert, in the great American deserted southwest, nobody will find them. Nobody will go and hunt them down, come back with pictures and show the world, “look, see! This is where they make bombs.”

It’s quiet in the desert. Except for a few, lone coyotes howling at the moon and maybe a roadrunner or two, hurling down the dusty deserted side roads, nobody ever wanders out into the desert to look for bomb factories. Nobody thinks they are there. But, they are. They are there, and they are hiding, and, today I’m here to tell you, this is what they look like.

High above the desert sits this bomb factory. It looks like any other office building. It has ample parking and vending machines, just like your office. The only difference, perhaps, between this bomb factory and any other typical office building would be the highly trained nuclear scientists-routinely shuffling in and scurrying about-there are many nuclear scientists who work here, in this particular bomb factory. They split atoms, they ponder periodic charts, they flip through physics books, all the while trying, not to become titans of industry or make great products, produce widgets at a breakneck pace, no, they actually try to blow up the world. I guess, that’s what people who work in bomb factories do-such is the way of the bomb maker.

This is the bomb factory. They used to make bombs in this building. If you look really hard, you can almost picture the bombs, shooting off the top of this building, but I hope you don’t. I hope you don’t see the bombs that were made here-I hope that nobody ever sees another bomb. Instead, I hope this bomb factory turns back into dust, in the otherwise deserted, dusty barren landscape that is the great American southwest. Though it is now a shiny, pretty building, modern and sleek, resting atop that desert landscape, I hope this building crumbles and fades back into the earth from which it rises. I hope those scientists, those well-trained, highly skilled scientists go work someplace more productive, someplace that contributes to the betterment of society, note the end of it. I hope nobody ever christens another bomb factory every again.

The world has enough bomb factories, don’t you think?

Until next time…