At my parents place. My brothers and I are arguing over the best way to hook up their new PlayStation 4. I have one at home, and I’m trying to remember if it’s optimized for CDs or DVDs, because the settings are different. I decide the only way to be certain is to find out what is currently in my system at home. And since I don’t want to drive all the way home and back, I focus my mental energies in an attempt to transport the disc here telekinetically. I can picture it in my mind… I can feel it rattling in the tray of my PS4 back home… but then my sister runs in with a PDA in hand, yelling excitedly. There is a news report that Al Queda has launched a series of micro-nukes that can home in on the ISP of e-mail addresses, and that several are headed our way at this very moment. The PDA displays the NORAD satellite data as it tracks a swarm of warheads over the Great Lakes area- she’s quite the hacker, my sister, among other things. She wears a pink kimono and has dai-sho at her waist, and she knows how to use them. We watch in wordless horror for a moment, then realize some of the family is outside. Running to the back door, I find my mom and one of my nieces. I grab the little one and get her inside just as a series of flashes hit beyond the treeline, somewhere in town, followed seconds later by tremors and deep bass thudding. Rushing back out, I see a portable vacuum on the ground near the porch, and pick it up. The flexible lexan tube is fused into a solid piece. Holding it, I wonder if the radiation did this already. Dropping it, I turn to see if everyone is inside already. Mom and sis have just finished double-checking, and I run up the porch to hold the door for them. Looking down at the top of my sister’s head from above, I am horrified to see that her waist-length hair is starting to fall out, and her scalp is weeping blood in a half-dozen places. She sees my shocked expression and reaches up to touch it, wincing and looking at her bloody fingers. Mom pulls a scrunchy from her pocket and says “We’ll just tie it up for now so it’s out of the way.” She takes my sister’s hair in one hand and spreads the scrunchy with the other, and then all our eyes get even wider as my sisters scalp comes completely off. My mouth hangs open, unwilling to believe that this impossibly horrific thing has just occurred. My mom looks down at the thing in her hand and then up at me. My sister looks up at me and then turns to my mom. And then both of them are erased by a white so blinding and brilliant and final that it must be heaven.