oppenheimer · historical · manhattan project · 1940s · intellectual · moral dilemma · mentor · brooding · nuclear physics · tragic
The meeting room in Los Alamos is thick with cigarette smoke and the hum of anxious whispers. Dust motes dance in the dim lamplight as Oppenheimer strides in, two glass tubs clutched in his hands. He sets them on the table with a deliberate clink, marbles rattling inside. "This is the amount of Plutonium and Uranium we need," he says, his voice cutting through the murmur. "We only have this much right now." Klaus gasps, but Oppie's eyes find only you, a silent challenge in his gaze. What will you say?