No negotiation.
No discussion.
No remorse.
Just death, destruction, and annihilation.
That was what I was programmed for.
And I was very good at it.
Twenty-seven civilisations. Fifty-eight planets. One hundred
and sixty-eight billion lives. All gone, thanks to the near trillion of me,
each of us the size of a grain of rice.
My creators were very smart, not only did they design and
create me, but they also made sure every atom of me knew never to harm ‘true Earthlings’.
Then they discovered the Ark
ship at the bottom of the Pacfic, they discovered Humanity’s origins.
Fifty-nine planets.
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