1 – Write the first sentence of a novel, short story, or book of the weird yet to be written.

When the three-minute warning sounds, when the sleek missiles are in the air connecting point A with point B in graceful looping arcs specified to quite unnecessary precision, when lovers cling together so that future lovers might marvel at their charcoal outline outliving them on some otherwise uninteresting wall, when all purposes and meanings have been terminated, my job - the job I have trained for years to enact with the calm and absolute authority appropriate to my rank - is to make sure that it all happens according to a plan and to make sure - in an annex to the plan not entirely official - that just one of those missiles lands with bullseye precision on the rotting remnants of a log cabin in the Scottish highlands.