The Big Red Button

“What just happened?”

Eliot’s eyes were as wide as Cid’s as both of them skimmed the code-riddled display. The letters and numbers went on for as far as the eye could see…literally. Their cruiser looked like a speck of dust next to the onyx-colored greatness that spanned out farther than anyone could see or detect in both directions.

“I uh… think I pushed a button like you suggested.” Cid said weakly.

The two stood in their vacuum-suits on the platform that held the console, a half-mile back from the screen. The metal console had two buttons, nearly identical except for the fact one had seen much use while the other looked untouched. Two big red buttons on a small console in front of a huge expanse of teeny tiny code.

“Let’s back up here.” Eliot said. “I told you to hit that button, right?”

“Yup, you sure did,” replied Cid.

“Okay. And then, did you hear anything? Feel anything? What happened?” It was hard to keep calm. Eliot had this feeling that something had gone horribly wrong, but it felt like the screen before them: simply too big to comprehend.

“I pushed the button and then… uhm. Then you asked me what happened.” Cid, not being the brains of the operation, turned back around to give the dwarfed cruiser the thumbs up before turning back to his partner.

Brows coming together, Eliot sighed and turned back to Cid. “So nothing happened, then. Great.”

“Should I push it a-”

“No!” Eliot nearly smacked him across the visor for suggesting it. They both turned and looked at the cruiser hovering only a few hundred yards off. “We’ll just go back to… uhm. Go back to… ”

Cid was smiling like a fool but even he was wondering something just as similar when he asked Eliot, “Something wrong?”

“No, you buffoon. We’re just going to go back to…uh….that place. You know what I mean. Where we keep all our stuff and… wait, do I even have stuff?” Eliot’s eyes went wide and he turned back around towards the console. Rushing over to the lesser-used button, he used his gloves to wipe away the space-dust covering the space below it.

Both stood there staring at the word in utter horror.
“Does that say…”

Eliot nodded to Cid without turning away. “Delete.”

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