Bob Really Was A Moron

 

Don't get me wrong, I liked Bob, he was a good guy, and pretty smart in his own way, but he really was a moron.

He tried to talk me into joining him on his fool's errand. In his mind he was offering me what he saw as an opportunity. All I could see was the opportunity to die.

Bob was smart, he really was. He'd found a way to communicate with another dimension. He tried to explain it to me, how he'd done it, but it was all beyond me. I'm not as smart as Bob was, but then again, I'm still alive. He excitedly told me that in this other dimension there were people, weird looking people, but people just like us. I didn't see that as a very good reason to become excited. If he'd told me there were people who weren't like us there I might have been interested in going along with him when he discovered a method to transport himself to this other dimension. Instead I joined him for a champagne toast and threw the switch that sent him on his way.

I heard the whole thing, Bob had also invented some kind of transdimensional radio, I think that's what he called it. The more I think about it the more I realise that he was smarter than I could even comprehend at the time. I heard him arrive, breathless, but in one piece. I heard him greet the first people he met there, he actually said, "I come in peace". I admit it, I was a little envious at that moment, hearing him say those words, for real, in another dimension. 

Then I heard him being beaten to death.

I threw the switch to bring him back, but too late. Before he died he whispered, bewildered, shocked, "why, why?".

"Because they are people, people just like us, Bob", I replied.

Bob really was a moron.

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