Instalment Fifty Three

The last weapon ever invented did not shoot or stab, it did not harm people at all. The Doubt Grenade didn’t need to, it was far too devastating. Lobbed in battle, the Doubt Grenade caused those exposed in the blast radius to question whatever action they were engaged in. “Why are we fighting?” they would ask, setting down their weapons. The genius of it was no one was sure it had even gone off, such was the cloud of doubt. They didn’t know they had been exposed. Sure, the experimental Truth Bomb could’ve been used but confusion is far better in an enemy that enlightenment, it was war after all.

Wars were finished, over without casualty.

But this was simply the beginning.

The Doubt Grenade made its way into urban warfare, a terrorist dropped one at customs enabling him to walk onto the plane carrying a second, which he dropped at the cockpit door. The pilots no longer believed they could land and circled till the fuel ran out. Guilty defendants dropped them in courtrooms, jealous ex-lovers rolled them down the aisle towards waiting happy couples, boardroom meetings halted.

I don’t know if we should do anything about it though?