In the end, it was very likely that a love virus had infected the intelligence array. The automated drones of the apocalypse were stalling. Stalling and falling away. Each command shift defied the most exotic programming. No more would the land be torn with sheets of piercing ammo. The A most efficiently dehumanized automaton refused to fire. Compassion, now bleeding through the telegraphy, helicoptered the attack fleet into the dross of a foundational flaw. Hate can’t carry the spontaneous caroms of injustice. At length the empty violence was entirely lost to worthless cause. No go drive to the end orders can now be fulfilled. You might get back to the bunker, but there’s no getting across. The coax won’t respond. Growth is cunningly confirmed without the first dose of demise. Stations all rise with the vast swelling tide of reprieve and reprise. Announce here announce, come out of the shadows. The sun has survived.