Before J. Robert Oppenheimer no human had ever been vaporized. The atmosphere had never caught on fire. The armies of the world had never stopped so abruptly, trembling under their helmets, and the New Mexico desert had not melted into glass. And while there had been other gods of death, never had there been one who was an American. It is little wonder they forgot he was only a single man. Merely a lanky, chain-smoking physicist who rearranged the universe for his country. And for that they destroyed him.