“SHE’S GONNA BLOW! I’m tellin’ ya, get down and take cover!”

The disaster would be about as bad as an underground city’s generator meltdown, except this was real. Jerry pulled on his comrade’s leg so hard that the man fell off of his pneumolift. They clambered over each other to get up, and started a dead sprint for the closest door.

Alas.

The air exploded, knocking them flat on their faces. It was the most painful airbag experience either had had, but without the bag. What followed was a bombardment of hard glass cylinders. Jerry mentally remarked that the balled end of the containers did not reduce the pain they caused upon impacting the back of his head.

“We’re going to get chewed out sooooo hard….” his companion groaned as the barrage of canisters slowed to a rare trickle.

Jerry did his best to flip over, despite his bruises. Sitting up, he admired the cataclysm.

“Yep. I think we blew up the Intertubes.” Then, in afterthought, he eyed the other. “I told you we should have brought a second wrench.”