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this is from generation x:tales for an accelerated culture by douglas coupland

but suddenly there is a power surge.
the lights brighten, return to normal,dim, then die. next to go is the muzak, followed by a rising buzz of conversation similar to that in a movie theater when a film snaps. Already people are heading to isle seven to grab the candles
by the exit an elderly shopper is peevishly trying to bash her cart through the electric doors that wont open. a staff member is trying to explain to her that the power is out. Through the other exit ,propped open by a shopping cart you see your friend entering the store. "the radio died" your friend announces. "and look"-out the front windows you see scores of vapour trails exiting the direction of the Twentypine palms marine base up the valley "-something big is going on"
Thats when the sirens begin. the worst sound in the world and the sound you've dreaded all your life. Its here,the soundtrack to hell-wailing,flaring,warbling and unreal-collapsing and confusing both time and space the way an ex smoker collapses time and space at night when they dream in horror that they find themselves smoking. But here the ex smoker wakes up to find a lit cigarette in his hand and the horror is complete.
The manager is heard through the bull horn asking shoppers to calmly vacate, but no ones paying much attention. Carts are left in the aisles and the bodiys flee carrying and dropping looted roast beefs and bottles of evian on the sidewalk outside.
The parking lot is now about a civilised as a theme parks bumber cars
But the fat man remains, as does the cashier,who is wispily blonde,with a bony hillbilly nose and translucent white skin.
They,your best friend, and you remain frozen, speechless and your minds become the backlit NORAD world map of mythology.-how cliche! And on it are the traced paths of fireballs, steathily, inexorably passing over baffin island, the Aleutians, Labrador. the Azores, Lake superior, the Queen Charlotte islands, Puget Sound, Maine...its only a matter of time now isnt it?
"i always promised myself" says the fat man, in a voice so normal as to cause the three of us to be jolted out of our thoughts, "that when this moment came, i would behave with some dignity in whatever time remains,so miss!" -he says to the clerk in particular "let me please pay for my purchases" The clerk, in the absence of other choices, accepts his money.
Then comes the flash
"GET DOWN" you shout, but they continue their transaction, deer transfixed by headlights "there's no time" but your warning remains unheeded
And so then just before the front window becomes a crinkled, liquified, imploding sheet- the surface of a swimming pool during a high dive as seen from below-
And JUST before you're pellted by a hail of gum and magazines-
And JUST before the fat man is lifted off his feet, hung in suspended animation and bursts into flames while the liquified ceiling lifts and drips upwards
JUST before all of this, your best friend cranes his neck, lurches over to where you lie, and kisses you on the mouth,after which he says to you "there, i've always wanted to do that"
And thats that. In the silent rush of hot wind, like the opening of a trillion over doors that you've been imagining since you were six
Its all over: kind of scary, kind of sexy, and tainted by regret. A lot like life, wouldn't you say?