I Was a Teen-Age Secret Weapon

Dolliver Wims has never intentionally hurt anyone in his life. He's kind, helpful, and utterly bewildered by the trail of destruction that follows him everywhere: knives that slash themselves, bookcases that fall for no reason, guns that fire while safely tucked away. At the University research facility where he works as a porter, every accident somehow traces back to him, even when he's done nothing but stand there looking confused. The truly remarkable thing is that Dolliver himself never gets so much as a scratch. When he joins the army, things only get worse. With concentrated access to destructive equipment, his aura of inexplicable catastrophe reaches new heights. The military, naturally, sees potential in a young man who seems to accidentally disable everything he touches. But is Dolliver Wims humanity's secret weapon for ending wars, or an accidental apocalypse waiting to happen? The answer might be both. Or neither. This is wry, absurdist science fiction at its most playful: a comic tale about innocence, perception, and the terrible responsibility of being naturally unfortunate.