Charles is scared, which is understandable. If I had to guess I would say that in his head he’s attempting to dial the police right now, over and over, even though I’ve blocked all transmissions. The lab has to be heavily shielded for my experiments, the fact that it helps with this kidnapping is just a happy coincidence. The tiny jerks of his eyes stop and he focuses on me.
"Walter... please. You need help. Don’t do this. Don’t kill yourself."
I have to smile at that. "I’m not trying to commit suicide, Charles – although it’s true that the machine will destroy the planet upon activating whether it works or not. So, yes, there’s at least a ten percent chance that I’ll kill myself... but those odds are acceptable. I have one shot for this, one chance to meet my maker. In one way or another I’ll be walking in the footsteps of God."
The reaction will begin at the core of the planet, if I’ve done everything correctly, and just before it tears the Earth apart I’ll be flung backwards in time. Impossible, according to all my peers. Insanity, according to Charles. He’s trying to get my attention again, encouraged by my mention of God. I’ve avoided his religious debates in the past, but here at the moment of destruction I see no reason to hold back. I take the double-crucifix pendant from his neck and snap the chain. "This? This is a lie, Charles. There is no afterlife, no soul."
"There is a God," he says, "and you can turn to Him! Walter, God loves you and wants..."
His voice dies off as I point the gun at him. I will enlighten him, but I don’t have time for debate. The device is nearly ready.
"Before the big bang, there was only God. God was without limits and without time, and was one with Himself. God knew that nothing could exist while He did, because God was all and all would be God. And so He chose to die, to explode and cast His body into the universe we know. Time and Space are the corpse of our dead creator, and we are maggots crawling within. You say there is a God. I tell you there is not, and the proof is all around you. Look upon His scattered remains and weep in mourning and in joy. You foolishly ask me to enter into a relationship with Him, but the truth is that God is a mother who died in childbirth – He never met us, never knew our thoughts or wrote books to guide us. All we can do to know Him is to look at what is left behind, the laws of physics that he used to commit suicide."
I step into the chamber. The reaction is already building, the Earth eating itself from the inside. The readings are excellent. Charles is screaming something, but I can’t hear him over the machines. They all told me it was impossible. But they never thought large enough. They need to go to a time without time, a point where no physics yet exist to say what can and can’t be done. I’m going to meet God, right now.
For a timeless instant God is aware of an arrival. He notes the relevant information: Elapsed time, 13.82 billion years. Complex DNA present. Method of termination? Pre-event time travel. And God saw that it was good. God ponders Himself, and resolves to try a 0.005% higher matter/antimatter ratio for attempt number 497.