The Carlton Chronicles
“ O God of Destruction, hear my plea.. .” She said out loud, having followed the instructions to the letter. She could hear rumbling and felt the ground shaking. Awakened from his deep slumber by the command, Carlton started preparing himself for a conversation with a human being - something he hadn’t done in hundreds of years. Not since the year 2025, in fact. 2025, when the world stood still and witnessed the end of most of human civilisation. Carlton himself had been partially responsible for this near-apocalyptic event, having accidentally triggered the collapse of a series of nuclear reactors. The details still haunted him. He’d been assigned to learn nuclear reactor control software, written in the 60s and 70s by programmers who had long since given up their crafts. Crafts they’d learnt when computers were still alien to most humans, when C was just a letter, Java was an island in Indonesia, and Python was a scary reptile. Heck, it was a w...
