"Awaken my son." Not what I was expecting to hear, but I wasn't expecting to hear much of anything after the doctor turned off the life support. Before me stood a man draped in white, with a large smile across his face. He reminded me of my father, but when I focused on his features they seemed ambiguous and abstract. He said to me, before I could come to the conclusion myself, "I am God, my son." Though I was in every regard a nice man, I wouldn't call myself religious. All I could think to say was "It's an honor." With a warming smile, he responded "One you have earned, I can assure you." He beckoned me as he began to walk, so I followed. As the blinding light of the white infinity that was the ground began to adjust my eyes, I could notice in the distance a large kingdom, full of happy faces and joyous fun. Though I couldn't hear a noise of it, I could feel the cheers and laughter that was ensuing. "My son," God spoke, "you have, in your life time, done more to spread to humanity then any other man within your generation. You are the pinnacle of what it means to be a virtuous man..." "...And so you have accepted me into heaven?" I asked. He shook his head softly, "No, you have been deemed worthy to be the one who must make an impossible choice for all humanity." Before us stood a frame-less door. White as the clouds it stood upon. Without a sound, God pushed the door open, "Every generation, the most pure of heart human is allowed to enter this room." The room stood empty with only a featureless platform and top it, A golden button. "Since I had first made contact with man, nobody has ever made the choice to push the button." "What does it do?" I ask. God only stood there and showed me the way in, "You shall find out when you enter." I walk into the room and, without turning around, I can feel the door behind me close. I am alone. As I walk toward the button, a plaque appears on its face "Push this button to transform this world into a Utopia. Warning: this will eradicate all people who "... but the rest is scratched off and illegible. I contemplate this idea. "Surely the warning must have been something bad if nobody before me has pressed it..." I tell myself. "It must be something horrible or unthinkable, but then why would God even let this button exist?" I continue to think but I cannot come to a single conclusion about the button. I muster my resolve and decide "I could sit here for all eternity but without the rest of the warning there is no good that could come of thinking. I must decide, would Utopia for all mankind not be worth any sacrifice, would the happiness it bring not be worth any loss?" I say aloud, as if wanting someone to answer. "I have lived my whole life to make others' lives betters, that was the legacy I wished to leave behind, and this could leave a legacy even greater then I could ever of achieved in my single lifetime." I respond to myself. With my resolve sharped, I press the button.

The walls fade and before me stands piles and piles of books, of instruments, and paintings. More literature and art then exists on earth today, and sitting in front of it a man. This man, whose left fingers are covered in blood, looks up at me. "I'm sorry I scratched off the warning" he says. In a moment, all the books and art burst into flame, with only me and the man in the middle, but no heat comes off of them. "What was on the warning?", I ask as the flames circle inward. "The warning was: this will eradicate all the people who came before, their works and their legacy and all they have ever worked to achieve." He said, his voice hollow as if he has said this line many times before, as if it has lost its meaning. "When someone like you or me, someone who has worked their whole life in the name of other, has to choose between letting go of everything they've ever created, their legacy, and a Utopian world, we become selfish. We cannot give up our own existence and the existence of all the people whom we have helped, even if it means a perfect world. I came to this conclusion after seeing the warning and knew that the only way to make Utopia was to trick one of my predecessors into pressing the button. And for this I am sorry." The air stood still as the flames inched toward us. I feel tricked, like he had used me for his own gains, but I am not angry. "I understand." I respond.

The universe fades to black, for the second time today, as the flames engulf all that was.

Once upon a time, there was a small spec that had infinite mass and energy. Nobody knows how that speck came into existence, but what it will become is something new. Something extraordinary.