A palm reader told Mr. Complish at thirteen that he would grow up to be the destroyer of the world. Mr. Complish did not want that. Who does?
He had a gift for math, science, and engineering, but he pursued none. He did not want to devise a deadly bomb, nor program killer robots, nor engineer a deadly plague.
At forty-one, despite the shitty job, he was happy knowing the world was safe from him.
But the world did end, quite suddenly, in fact. And we all could have been spared had Mr. Complish followed his dreams.