His hand stopped short of the lever. After having demolished more than a million statues, it seemed weird that he should feel guilt at having to destroy this small statue.
May be it was the burden of the knowledge that this was the only statue made by man still standing. If he just pushed the lever, mankind would probably never make another statue ever. All knowledge about the arts had been destroyed in the revolution. It seemed these stones where the only proof of a saner time.
"Whats taking you so long", the supervisor was shouting at him from the ground. If he dint do it somebody else would. At least they could not erase the statue from his mind.
He touched the lever with a sinking feeling in his heart and aimed the crushing ball at the statue.