Uncomprehending terror settled on the watching people of Earth. The terror moved slowly through the gathered crowds as if they were iron fillings on a sheet of board and a magnet was moving beneath them. Panic sprouted again, desperate fleeing panic, but there was nowhere to flee to.
Observing this, God turned on His PA again. It said:
“There’s no point in acting all surprised about it. All the planning charts and demolition orders have been on display in the Book for two thousand of your Earth years, so you’ve had plenty of time to lodge any formal complaint and it’s far too late to start making a fuss about it now.”
The PA fell silent again and its echo drifted off across the land. The huge waves receded, leaving little behind, and the earth shuddered.
By this time somebody somewhere must have manned a radio transmitter, located a wavelength and broadcasted a message back to God’s own domain, to plead on behalf of the planet. Nobody ever heard what they said, they only heard the reply.
The PA slammed back into life again. The voice was annoyed. It said:
“What do you mean you’ve never read the Book? For Heaven’s sake mankind, can I make myself any more clear? I’m sorry, but if you can’t be bothered to take an interest in local affairs that’s your own lookout.
“Energize the demolition beams.”
The waves rose again.
“I don’t know,” said the voice on the PA, “apathetic bloody planet, I’ve no sympathy at all.”
It cut off.
There was a terrible ghastly silence.