JOHN FINALLY WAKES UP

The general and Myra stood in the midst of a desolate city, its structures in ruins and the air heavy with the weight of devastation. Myra, surveying the scene, already understood the expectations placed upon her by the military, doctors, influential figures, and scientists present with their elaborate machines. The burden of their anticipation weighed heavily on her shoulders.

"I can't do it," Myra admitted, feeling the enormity of the task before her.

"Do you know how many times you have said that?" the general responded, his tone tinged with a hint of challenge.

"Many?" Myra ventured.

The general shook his head. "This is the second time. But that didn't stop you the first time."

Myra gazed at the city in ruins, her mind grappling with where to begin. Sensing her hesitation, the general offered a quiet encouragement, "Start small."