This is it. 

The moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life, the time of my death. I’d done everything I needed, my plan was perfect. Now I just had to add the final blow, the cherry on top, my last encore. These were going to be my final words, the whole world would hear me shout, I had to pick them well. 

As the military pointed their guns at me, those were the only thoughts going through my head. 

My execution. 

My death would be broadcasted to the entire world. I mean, considering what I’d done, of course, it would, I changed history itself. Because of me, the world would forever be changed. I alone accomplished what every country in the world feared to do, I caused too many deaths for one human to burden. I had killed half the world, I had caused World War III. 

So I can understand the death penalty, besides, it’s what I asked for. I wasn’t just gonna kill myself and die hidden from the world in a secret bunker. I wanted to die, it was my life’s goal; however, if I was dying I was going out with a bang. 

On this day, my name, Blake Silver was going to go down in history, my death would be remembered for ages to come, my life recounted in history books. I would be known as a genius hacker, as a crazy psychopath, as a killer, and most importantly, as the man who caused half the world to die, the man who caused world war III.

I finally knew what I was going to say, I found my words, before killing me they had to listen, that’s the pact they made with me. I let myself get caught so that my legend would end on a high note so that I wouldn’t fade away in the slightest before my death. I needed a proper stage, so after the countries, I manipulated lost, in exchange for me surrendering myself, the remaining countries agreed to my demands.

I wanted a stage, a place to broadcast my public execution, my last words, and a screen to complete my show. Now that I look at it, it certainly isn’t impressive, they could have at least made an effort, I mean, not to brag or anything, but I am the most wanted criminal in the world. The stage wasn’t polished, bits of wood and splinters poked out here and there, and the screen behind me had a thin layer of dust on it and the glass was cracked in some places, and the crowd not watching the live or TV was smaller than I thought. Well, not matter, it won’t change what’s going to happen here anyway. The last man loyal to me to who I left this final matter was ready, time for the speech, my last encore would be in Spain. I got ready to shout, time for the closing act. 

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“People of the world, let me ask you a question! Will you be remembered? Will your life or death have any point?... No. The answer is it won’t. The reason is simple, before this war, the world had 8 billion other people to care about than you, so no one would remember your pathetic and pointless life. Even now when only 4 billion of you remain alive, what changed? Nothing! No one will remember your life nor your death! But! People will remember mine, I will be remembered as a monster, worse than Hitler, or anyone in the world, but I will be remembered. ”

Everyone watching shut their mouths, shocked by this declaration. I waited a bit before I continued. 

“An idiot once said, history only remembers the winners. That’s bulshit, as long as the loser was enough of a monster, he will be remembered, maybe even more than the winners. Take Hitler for example, he is more famous than any world leader that fought against him at the time, albeit because of bad reasons, but what do I care! These are my final words and atrocities to this Earth! Your life is pointless, so will be your death. But mine won’t, I made sure of that. I thought my life was pointless too, however, I was going to make sure my death wasn’t, no matter the cost!”

At this moment, the screen that had been off the entire time turned on. On it, eight videos were being displayed. On it, eight capitals were displayed: Paris, Washington, London, Beijing, Berlin, Moscow, Tokyo, and Abu Dhabi. 

“This is my last gift to you people on this planet, enjoy it well. There’s no giving it back, cause if I’m dying, I’m going out with a BANG!”

“FIRE!!!”

The order was given, but it was too late, as I snapped my finger, these eight capitals exploded into dust. The very last, most developed bombs my countries produced before getting destroyed, I made sure some special agents placed them well. It was at least 10 times more powerful than the explosion in Hiroshima at the time, the pinnacle of technology, so ironic it is itself used to destroy technology. 

I felt free. I never imagined dying so satisfied would feel so good. I knew everyone was right, I must relay have gone crazy a long time ago. As the hundreds of bullets pierced my body, and as my blood poured out of my body while I fell down on my back, only a smile could be seen on my face. My death had a point, it had a very devastating point, but it would be remembered forever.