The tanks are pulling out, Jill says.
The missiles are futile. Your race to the moon and the other planets will not work.
Water. Clean energy.
Empowering passable knowledge.
Children. Your Descendants.
Laughter. Love. Music.
The cameras are all flashing.
There’s a great noise.
Jill is getting nervous.
Terry is swaying like a big tree.
Remember that your collapse won’t be the collapse of everything.
You have borne witness to much folly.
Your extinction would be a shame. Take care.