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An opening salvo
was detected by advanced sensors
Coming fast, unannounced
from the deep
Hypersonic projectiles, sent in a swarm
Like the approach of angry wasps
undetectable by the sweep of radar,
still picked up as a disturbance
in the sensory cloud…
a net, spread far and wide
Imprints of patterns
given rise as brief flashes
Like lightning in a storm…
Tech specialist third,
Jammu Stevens on call
Immediately launched countermeasures,
Launched Bat raptor sectors 3,5, 6 and 9
Targeting preliminary designation
Alpha Zeta 4x3v8…
Closing on coordinates
of unspecified origin…
Thus far, gamma quadrant
R3017 cosign 7037f
Followed rapidly
by attacks launched…
in seven more waves
filling the screens
With robotic chatter…
which was quickly dismissed,
with a quick wave of a console
attached to his wrist
As his sensory command station
lifted off
Released from its stanchions
Sped off
through the night skies
Flying blind… on a hunch
Yes Songs…
playing in the background
He hadn’t slept in days
Been nearly a week
since he’d set down for lunch
With his girlfriend, of sorts
on the monitors at least…
When last, they’d spoke
face to face
She joked, halfheartedly
about getting serious
Promised him a screw
and a punch…
Sex was a luxury few could afford,
Though, if left ignored…
passion was erased from the equation
By indifference,
lost voices in our bodies,
Our heads, minds, and souls…
crying out ...in a small voice
What would remain
of this human race
Long divided…
our fate, open…
Past the need…
to love
and be loved…
replaced,
By
hate
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