Buy Me a CoffeeThe old soldier sat on a piece of wreckage that was, once, a weapon. The large machine long have gone silent for years. Sitting with the galactic at their side they said simply, "To answer your questions, we humans don't fear war. What we fear, is what we become when we fight in one." -- Anon Guest
"I was a teenager when these were in action," said the old soldier. Ze sat overlooking the circular valleys below Muzzlend Cafe. It was quite the vista. Circular lakes dotted the verdant forests. Some had tiny, circular islands in them. Room enough for one curious feature to rest on it, but little else. Sailboats were tiny white specks from this vantage point. "Now it seems impossible that there was a war here."
The city of Greatcannon was far behind, parts of it made of the weapon that gave it its name, the rest was added to it in one way or another. The first city to return to the world that the war had ruined. There were thousands of cities, now. All in varied locations on the remodeled continents. A thriving world, where the surviving remnants of the moons had achieved stable orbits, and there was talk of assembling them into a 'proper' moon. Many of the people here were calling this planet their homeworld.
Nothing that lived here had evolved here. Except, perhaps, some obscure microbiota. Historian Theng said, "But there was a war here. Why did you do it? Why did they use such a weapon?"
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