Thin lines of rain danced in the sky over the Drake Passage, trying to cover up the traces of destruction, but they were unable to do so. The shriek of death spread across the vast sky, the ghostly flames swayed in the dark ocean, and the flag of the United Nations was torn by the wild westerly wind and gradually submerged into the vast sea of ice in Antarctica, enjoying eternal rest. People in the wind and snow stood side by side in neat military uniforms, watching the cold thoughts of the new machine slowly filling the sky that has belonged to mankind for two million years in the dim candlelight and whistling silently. And in the far distance of the burning ocean, the sky of carbon-based civilization gained dim hope amidst the dense clouds and the desolation of ruins.