Yes

I wasn't really just thinking of Kim's bomb (if it's real). More just having a moment of reflection on how fragile and wonderful life is, and how inconceivably destructive the bomb is.

I've always had too vivid an imagination. I daydreamed at school, and most things that I understand I've worked out by visualising them.

I've always been afraid of the bomb, but it's since I became a dad that I've really begun to grieve for what the bomb is - a little ball of metal with no consciousness or conscience from which there is no escape.

It sounds like sci fi, but in fact its sci history, and not even contemporary at that.