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“The RAIN continues her charge. My dilated pupils pick out the sweep of waterlogged continents and volcanic island chains. Evening shoreline are ablaze with underwater lights; the day-side shimmers of high-tide.
The range indicator ticks down. Thirty thousand kilometers. When the RAIN launches her payload, I will be close enough to see the aliens with my unaided eyes: the migrating schools, the flowing rivers of fluorescent juveniles as they race around their planetary ocean. It seems fitting, I think. Humanity never received such a courtesy.
The RAIN lurches as a missile leaves her launch silo. A blunt-nosed warhead executes an elegant hairpin turn before diving into the flotilla. The incandescent flare of a boosted fusion charge blinds my vision for a moment, scattering sand-grain debris over MIZAR-III’s outer orbit. The few surviving ships regroup briefly before continuing their approach..."
- [UNSIGNED], EXECUTIVE AUDITOR, TRS NOVEMBER RAIN, AD. 2242, DECEMBER 13th, PERSONAL JOURNAL//VOICE DICTATION
