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Ch.18 Here comes the sun doodoodoodoo

Video games. A rather novel idea, no? A fictional world, made solely for entertainment and nothing else. Every society usually discards entertainment during the space age, but not humanity. Nope. We get bored as fuck, while these aliens say ‘oh, it’s so inefficient’ or ‘why waste your resources’ what they forget is humanity is the species with the shortest average attention span in the known universe. Compared to some others, who can watch paint dry, and call it ‘way too exciting’ a human watching the same movie multiple times will get bored eventually. Imagine inventing the best information device and using it mostly for entertainment, while also using it for just about everything else? Impossible you say? Meat the phone. More specifically, the smart cellular phone.

-Why entertainment is necessary, and why if you try to take it away, you will be in a shittier situation than if you touched our boats, a paper given to species that try fuck with humans, target being to de escalate. If failed, then FAFO, or fuck around, find out.

PoV: Charmand, the final genocide chapter, the ghost of genocide future.

“Charmand. It is the final part of your journey. You have gained knowledge of genocides past and present. Now you must know the future.” The ghostly figure announced. “Now, it is time to learn from the future, with the power of point! (That’s PowerPoint, yes the presentation thingy)” The ghost of genocide future clicked a control, and surprisingly, the slide changed to… disturbing images.

”This is planet Earth, 2580. The home world of humanity. After going into space without uniting their planet, a first in galactic history, they proceeded to try to make friends with absolutely fucking everything. And drawing on their inner space bard, proceeded to fuck anything that spoke a language, and a few weirdos even fucked those that didn’t. Weird for you, normal for them. That wasn’t without war, however. Meet the Nacho’cheese. A race or sentient ‘triangle crisps’ deep fried corn, in thin slices. When humanity first met them, they ate their ambassador, because the human one was ‘a tad bit peckish’. The nachos, obviously, didn’t take kindly to this, so they released their weapon of mass destruction on multiple worlds, something known only as ‘guacamole’.”

”The fuck you just say?” I asked. Guacamole was a very popular vegetable dip where I come from.

”Guacamole. Avocado sauce. Then the dumbasses dropped their most elite troopers in, holding salsa weapons. In hindsight, this was a really fucking stupid war. Now, the humans, wondering who the figgity fuck dropped a few metric gigatonnes of guac on every city, suddenly saw a bunch of nachos dropping from the sky. So they thought ‘god damn it Doritos, I prefer the chili heatwave flavour’. They didn’t complain though. The Nacho’cheeses thought dropping a few tanks in would scare off the remaining humans. Which were shaped and filled like a salsa or cheese dip jar. It was a slaughter for the Nachos. The humans ripped the turrets off their tanks, holding them by the feet, covering their heads in bio weapons and fuel, as well as oil, before being eaten alive.”

The ethereal figure took a deep breath. “Suffice to say” it clicked the control again “the nachos are now an endangered species. Just one genocide, and this was accidental. So let’s get into a few proper ones. The genocide of the Koribuks, an expansionist piece of shit empie that resembled a blob fish at lower pressure. But fucking uglier. They murdered and subjugated their way through the galaxy, until they met the humans. At first, they did the same thing, seeing humans on a world farming, herding animals and shit. Thought they were a bunch of primitives. So they landed, but when they did, they found the settlements abandoned. No one there. Their command wondered where everyone went. They knew after the first gunshot, felling an officer in a patrol. Naturally, they wondered how primitive got through their refraction shields, which would normally dissipate anything bar mid to high wattage plasma. Little did they know, the humans used projectile weapons, guns, they then heard the planetary broadcast.”

The ghost clicked the button again, then a message began playing. “Unknown Xeno species. We will assume it is an accident you landed here, so we will give you a chance. Leave within 24 hours, and wait for a diplomat from the core worlds, or face the wrath of a planet that fights a giant you itself. And we only have to wait 24 hours for a navy detachment to reach. So. Surrender or die. Any humans executed will result in an hour deducted from your deadline. Make the right decision. Governor Henry Wright, out.”

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

Another click, and the phantom continued. (Not the F4 phantom, the ghost type.) “The Koribuks, in all their infinite wisdom, decided to hunt down women and children, then torture, rape, and all other colourful words to them. So the natives resisted, but it wasn’t enough, every time they attacked, they would be zapped from orbit, families dying together. You could imagine the admirals rage when he got news her daughter was raped and killed by the aliens. She spoke two words. ‘No prisoners.’ Little is known what happened there, for the cameras were turned off, as a figure of speech. There were no prisoners. That much is known. Humanity was outraged at what this civilisation did to one of their primitiveness retreat worlds. So they did what was logical at the time. Hunt down them all until they surrendered. And if they didn’t surrender? Well the Canadians are always looking out for new war crimes to invent. So that’s what happened. Humanity found the systems of the hostile Xenospecies, one by one, first destroying military infrastructure, then demanding surrender or be killed.”

Yet another click, and another image moved. “The Koribuks, arrogant as they were, decided not to surrender, thinking the humans would land on their planet and they could draw out a long, bloody campaign. Then the humans used the art of exterminatus. Launching a big ass thermobaric bomb that they detonated in the atmosphere, burning it away, leaving all people that live there to die of suffocation or to be cooked, in the literal sense. Then they got to the last system. Their home system. Oh, they put up a good fight. But a fucking light show couldn’t stop the humans, and they introduced the Koribuks to a 2 tonne slug of depleted uranium or tungsten, depending on ship class. The lasers simply couldn’t get past the outer armour layer of mirrors, which pulled a return to sender on the poor fucks. Death by your own hand is probably one of the worst ways to die, especially when you don’t mean to.

(Yes, I’m talking about you, kamikaze and other stupid Japanese WW2 tactics. Believe it or not, they had an anti tank lance that only worked if you went up to a tank and poked it. Because a Sherman would sit there staring at someone charging from a kilometre away. Load high explosive! No scratch that. Co axial to the rescue! Or hatch mounted .50 cal, which is 12.7mm, and .30 cal being 7.62mm. The more you know)”

The figure changed the slide again. “So, what do you think happened, my dear friend?” It turned to me.

”The humans forgave them, and they had a dance battle to settle their differences?” I half joked.

”Bitch what? Are you fucking crazy mate? No! They detonated their sun and popped all ships trying to escape! So that way they could think about what they did.” They screamed in exasperation. “You're fucking hopeless.”

… Well fuck me. (No, not sexually.)

PoV: System.

Logistics. You may not think much of it, but any experienced soldier will tell you they rather have too many bullets than not enough. And supply lines are the key. Which is why I have not defragged in over 2 Earth days, trying to supply the absolute clusterfuck of a fleet Alpha captured. And I need someone to explain to me why so many Earth military documentaries say ‘attack the D point’ when there are only points A, B, and C. Getting back on track, the deuterium and tritium antimatter reactors of the heavy ships that Alpha captured did not run forever, and making antimatter may be easy, but storing it in large quantities is an absolute pain in the ass, as one nanosecond of exposure to normal mass without a magnetic field, and anything in its vicinity would be blown to kingdom come.

The other issue is ammunition, even lasers and plasma aren’t infinite, and anyone that thinks so needs to listen to sensible advice, like going back to school. Lasers are directed energy. As such, they need huge batteries to fire at the intensity they fire at. Anything too low powered would Peter out and have minimal effect on the target. Yet another reason projectile weapons are superior. Shoot a laser, it’ll run out of energy eventually. Fire a slug of metal however, that shit won’t stop till it hits something. Plasma, essentially, is superheated and electrified gas. And as such, needs batteries and tanks to fire. Inefficient, sure. Cool as fuck compared to lasers, yes.

Let’s be honest here, lasers and plasma are essentially the same, no matter how exactly you use it, the only difference being intensity, or maybe colour. Projectiles, in the other hand, can be armour piercing, high explosive, both, kinetic penetrators, (No, that’s not a sex joke. Modern, as of 2024, munitions are kinetic penetrators, made of depleted uranium, some can penetrate up to 700mm of steel, and probably more. That’s 120mm canon. Now scale that up to space dreadnought size, fill it with antimatter and you have the perfect ammunition.) many more. Kinetic ammunition is mission configurable. I finally get Alpha. Though solid shot AP is dog shit. And so is APDS. Woe be upon those that use either. Over pressure is hella broken for physics, the Big Bang really should sort that one out (Opinion is irrelevant, 380mm HE rocket is coming to overpressure tank).

I sighed, and got back to work. After all, those ships won’t supply themselves, and if they do run out of bullets before the enemy does bodies, we’re fucked. But I would never let it get to that stage, hopefully. But I am tired as fuck. Maybe, just maybe, a few hours to defrag wouldn’t kill? I thought to myself, as I began to defragment and recompile my data.

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