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“What’s your plan, Doctor Malevolent?” Captain Amazing said through gritted teeth as he struggled in vain against the nega-beams holding him. “What is the endgame?”

Doctor Malevolent smiled wickedly. “Endgame. Such an appropriate word for this occasion. Grant me an opportunity to inform you of my plans,” Doctor Malevolent turned to the monitor with the countdown display (currently at 04:13:27). “In approximately four minutes the world will be destroyed. My super-virus has already infected all major military computer networks across the globe. It only needs to be activated, and then all missile installations will be under my control. The vast arsenal of the United States and Russia alone will destroy the world a hundred times over in sweet beautiful nuclear annihilation.”

“But you’ll be destroyed along with everyone else! Why would you do that?” Captain Amazing’s eyes betrayed a hint of fear swelling deep within him.

“I’ve grown tired of this game called life, Captain.” Doctor Malevolent said. “It’s time to to bring things to a close.” Doctor Malevolent sighed. “I rather hoped it would not be this easy, the destruction of the human race. All well. We can’t have everything we want, can we? Make peace with your God, Captain Amazing. You have two and a half minutes.”