Science 1

Could you perceive being the only on left on the planet earth?
Harry is a country wide famous scientist and has to write a report about how the world will come to an end, but the little twist is that he will be the only one left. Although Harry is just 20 years old he graduated collage at an age of 18 and moving out of the house while in his 19's.
Harry is pretty much stuck on his first sentence which is simply, The earth will detonate by....
He can't even get it in mind, he doesn't want to have it in mind.
He doesn't want to think about this, if it happens, it happens but he would like to wait and see, not presume things.
A big sigh left his mouth as he stands up out of his chair.
He took another sip from his coffee when he noticed it was already 00:32.
" Shit, Shit, Shit! Harry wailed, he has been on this report for over 6 hours and hasn't done one single bit!
Harry expeditiously rushed to the kitchen to set another cup of coffee.
He tried to think about his essay as he let the warm broth slide down his arid throat.
"The earth will detonate by ants taking it over. He said out loud.
" C'mon Harold you're not 5 anymore! Harry uttered to himself.
Being the Harry that he is he walked out not even bothering to shut down his computer.
Harry went outside enjoying the thin and wintry air.
He might be stuck on his little essay but, not like other people, he enjoys the cold.
Harry breathes in and out and watches the icy clouds escape his mouth.
He smiled at the small clouds twiddling his thumbs.
" Come on Harold, you've had harder projects! he aided himself.
It still didn't work, just because he knew he was misleading himself, he couldn't think about loosing his parents in an instant.
He was in luck that he had about four months to finish this.
The thought of pillage disturbed him from the clouds, which was not a good thing.
He decided to walk around the block to ask him neighbors some questions.
None of them seemed to know what they would do, it brought some blessing for Harry, now he knows that other people don't want to think about this unpleasant subject.
With the feeling that he accomplished something great he returned to his apartment, shut off his computer and went to bed.

" Sweet dreams, Harold, sweet dreams. " He told himself.