They wait for you in the control room.

You enter, looking old, looking hurt, wounded, beaten. Scared. You are the answer, but they ask anyway.

You tell them it will be. You are a scientist, you are all scientists, and you know that your science and your technology and your weapons and warfare are the best, the ultimate, the last. What your weapons and ways do not know about lethality and devastation cannot be known. But you know that your enemies match you, weapon for weapon, horror for horror. And will for will.


You tell them it will be war and that it will start in five minutes...