Harold and I spent the rest of the day running tests until the evening, but they all returned the same. No matter how many times we ran the God Frequency, the results returned with two-thirds of the earth's population being deleted.
There was no better term for what would happen to the people. The frequency would tear them apart at the atomic level, causing their bodies to explode in particles, but there was something.
“The only thing that might be our saving grace are the ghosts that will be left. From what the tests show, there will be something left of each person who is deleted. I don’t know what we can do with that information since we only just discovered what this even is. There are too many unknowns and not enough time to test them!” Harold complained as I leaned back in my chair, scrubbing my hands over my face.