So we talked for a while and the mood really relaxed. After a while Moni came up with the idea that we could also talk while driving around. Then she ...limbed up to my old battered polo with her briefcase. I still couldn't believe this hammer woman in my car.So we drove around a bit and she talked about me and also explained why she wanted to meet me. Her main interest in me was my looks. I was 23 years old, slim build, pierced, tattooed and had my hair a little longer and this was extremely. Maybe nothing. It could have been everything. I know he smiled. “Jeanie,” he smiled again, “You’ve been out here all summer.”“Yes sir,” I fidgeted on the stool. “I have been watching you,” he said.“Me?”“You are a good worker, and you keep the guy's morale up,” he said.“Me?”He laughed, “Yeah you,” he stood up from his chair and walked to the front of his desk and leaned on it, crossing his feet. “I was just thinking about how you haven’t been paid. You know, since you started.”“Oh, Mr. Austin,”. “My stomach is growling.”“I can make some popovers. They take a while in the oven. If you’d like to take a shower they’d probably be done when you are.”“Okay.”Martin arose. He slipped into a pair of trunks and headed for the bathroom. When he emerged he saw Irene standing in her short robe regarding his artifacts and photographs. “What a life you have lived,” she remarked.He set a basket of popovers on the table and poured two mugs of coffee. Irene sat across from him, her freshly dried hair in. Villages. Boats. Cars. Trucks. Cabs. Everywhere. I saw everyone. I saw men and women fighting each other. Men and women making love. Men and women competing in sports. Men and women messing each other up in courts. The entirety of the Human Species going about its nasty little business. I smiled. It’s fitting that their world should end. Let them all die. They should never have been allowed to exist anyway. The Human Race would die…and at last, there shall be peace on Earth. I was so absorbed.