Zenith

By Matt Spaetzel

“Jeremy, my boy,” said Mezner, pulling a bullet from the box, “I think mankind has finally reached its zenith.”

I pushed a single bullet into my own revolver. “Quite right.”

Mezner sighed. “We’ve discovered all there is to discover. There are no more mysteries.”

“Agreed.”

He cocked the revolver. “The ceaseless march of science and progress has trumped religion and morality, my boy. Knowledge has won out over wonder, and mankind now possesses everything it could ever need.”

I hesitated, staring at my weapon. “If that’s true, why are we committing suicide?”

Mezner put the revolver under his chin. “Same reasons.”