Bang (an acrostic poem)

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Beginning was so tiny that they called it big

And the sound that could not be there, a shot heard throughout the universe

Now we are the echoes of that cosmic starter’s pistol

Giving chase to the ever-fading light

Model (an acrostic poem)

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Making miniatures of real life was their thing

Organizing all the bits and pieces

Determining how to fit them all together

Enabling the construct to simulate the reality, but at a smaller level

Letting them travel through time as they watched the big bang unfold on their computer screen

Bang (an acrostic poem)

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Being able to pull the trigger had always been the question

All that training and education came down to this moment

Now it was time to execute or walk away

Given the thumbs up, she pushed the button, and the building imploded perfectly as she had planned

Bang (an acrostic poem)

Blasting both barrels

Amy watched the zombie fall

Now there was only about a thousand or so more

Going to be a long night