# Ch.53: Nanomachines son
It's pronounced "nucular."
Contrary to all logical expectations, the tower wasn't fazed,
so both the battleship and the base launched
enough ICBMs to have that changed.
There were also some vulpins being promoted to pteropodins,
because taxonomists are foot fetishists.
Z: Alright, launching now.
F2: Wooo!
Z: In a few moments, you should be seeing the missiles reach their target.
F4: How long?
...Oh alright.
The entire tower was suddenly vapourized by the nuclear blasts.
F6: Isn't that a bit overkill?
J: There is no such thing with these bastards.
In another news, the rocket didn't explode! Hurray!
F4: You know, this doesn't even surprise me anymore.
J: Aw come on! Your entire personality is being sca-
G: Good! Your courage makes us proud, Finn.
F3: Could you remind me the mission?
Z: Dropping down into the tower?
F3: Then why are we taking such a detour?
F5: I think that we would be running into an explosion otherwise.
Z: Apart from that, we also need a high angle of attack.
So we must first go higher up.
After a while, the vertex of the parabola was reached.
Id est, the space boat achieved peak altitude.
G: This is where the top of the tower would be, if it still existed.
F5: Wait wait wait, we are going into that cloud of debris?
J: I wouldn't worry about it.
F2: Isn't all that nuclear stuff like, really hot?
J: I wouldn't worry about it.
F4: Wait, how fast are we going to be falling?
J: I wouldn't worry about it.
Z: We do not need vision for navigation, we have thrusters,
plus both the ship and suits have protection.
F2: Ohhh...
F6: So that's why the suit felt thicker...
Z: Also, Now we will be detaching from the orbiter.
A short while later, a short distance below a crater,
The remaining deities where recovering from the impact.
D7: Ugh... What just hap-
But not too fast, because a phase of the orbiter gave them the coup de grace,
by impacting them at a highly prejudiced speed.
Now the remains of the remains were busy trying to recover from the impact,
when the other part of the ship arrived, releasing a huge cloud of steam,
purportedly so the Descended wouldn't hurt their feet with the burning debris.
J: That bitch is still alive! Shoot him until he doesn't regenerate!
F1: That would be hard to tell.
J: Just shoot!
In a riveting battle,
the feral foxes kept firing their auto railguns at the blot on their screens,
while approaching dramatically. Good thing they had XL magazines.
Z: That should be enough. Good thing we had infrared vision.
F5: Wasn't he supposed to be super strong?
J: Forget it. IT IS TIME.
Jack emerged from within F4, in his reaper form.
The others followed.
F4: You could do that?
G: Only in here.
Z: Please do not ruin our moment.
F4: Oh, I guess that I'll shut up then.
D1 laid at forty-five degrees on yet another piece of debris.
D1: I thought you had died.
Z: *Pulls out mirror*
D1: Oh.
...But why? Why destroy it all?
Z: *Pulls out Uno reverse card*
G: Okay, this is getting ridiculous.
J: Because you are trash; you don't deserve more syllables.
D1: I just wanted to create a truly free-
Z: Liar.
J: You didn't create nor destroy.
You just killed the old gods and replaced them with your own.
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G: Do you even buy what you say?
D1: We gave them what they wanted.
J: *I* do not. Fucking wanker.
Z: If you were right, that would be easily known.
Yet you hide behind idols, for you deserve to be disowned.
G: No man can decide that. Much less in another's place.
J: Do I even need to repeat myself? Yours never was disbelief.
It was a very blind, selective belief.
D1: Yet you still believe in one thing.
J: Ugh, you and your technicalities! YES! I have a brain, and it does compute!
Much unlike you.
Z: We are Practical folks after all.
G: There is a wide world, one you can't unsee nor avoid.
We have grown up beyond the need for fairy tails. Any last words?
D1: So be it.
J: Hahaha! So be it.
Z: I recommend using an electron beam. Quick and clean.
G: Well, I can't complain then.
J: Very original. Thumbs up.
Mmm, bean^Hms...
D1 was thoroughly sterilized, alongside his deinococcuses.
Jack took his hood off.
J: Finally!
F4: They're all dead?
Z: Apparently, yes.
J: You see, normally they wouldn't be able to die, but thanks to my epic text,
they are scattered all over the place and can't regenerate.
F5: Wow, we really did use that for something. But when?
G: It was plastered over pretty much everything. The walls of the shuttle,
the bombs, the bullets...
It's just that some four-hundred thirty-six pages packed
into one square inch aren't very visible,
and radio waves even less. The shuttle is still emitting them.
F5: Ahhh...
J: Now we just have to take over this corpse,
use it to convince some non-sentinent ground beef, and...
F6: And?
J: This takes a while, you know!?
Five minutes later...
J: *typing on ZX spectrum* Alright, I did it.
F2: And?
J: Well, now I have to figure out how to delete this realm...
J: FUCK!
F1: What is the problem, sir?
J: Look at this, 'B'.
Z: Well, I am no expert programmer but... Ew.
J: This thing is over a hundred gigabytes of cruft!
F3: Is that a lot?
F2: Umm, yeah I think so.
G: Alright, calm down. Surely you don't have to read the entire thing through.
J: Yeah, sure. If they could come up with this undocumented trash,
it should be possible to figure out how to have it smashed.
I'll just need some time.
F3: What can you do now?
G: Well, we did technically acquire divine power,
so we could just shuffle things around by clapping our hands... *clap clap*
Everyone got a cone of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
It came in natural white.
J: Ugh, this is why you don't get to make the ice cream.
F4: I think it tastes fine.
F1: At least it does taste like something.
J: Do you like eating toothpaste?
F6: What's that?
F2: Oh! could you bring in Kate then?
G: Sure. *Two claps*
Katia appeared just as they left her before,
and immediately stumbled onto the floor.
K321: *looking around* ...What just happened?
Z: We killed the gods. It was rather underwhelming.
K321: WHAT!?
G: Well, now you're free.
K321: Oh, uh... Thanks?
Z: Oh, and you may be breathing a hazardous amount of radioactive powder.
J: Eh, she'll be fine.
G: I think it should be easy enough to clear all the junk.
In a single snap, the place was cleaned.
And the room turned black so as to not hurt their eyes.
But with studio lights.
K321: Where is this anyways?
F5: Pretty sure it's what was below the tower, before it turned into dust.
F1: It feels somewhat like the office.
K321: What office?
Z: That will need some explaining.
F6>K321: Hey, I was wondering... Could you look like this?
F6 showed Kate the lewd poster. Surprisingly, it was two-sided.
K321: ...W-why do you ask? *S&A*
G: Where did you get that!?
They spent the rest of the day talking.
J: So, you were one of those "influencers", right?
K321: That was a long time ago, but yes.
Z: According to this fact sheet,
around ninety-nine point ninety-nine ninety-nine percent
of your income came from the persons we just killed.
K321: Wait, so no one actually bought my songs?
Z: Do you know a certain Ers Managan?
K321: Umm, yeah, she was my grandma.
Z: Well, if we discount that,
you are left with about eight million GCBIEDB-GBZCUs.
I do not know what you can buy with that.
K321: Ummm... Well, at least I could try selling off my mansion.
J: Oh, don't worry about it. By the time we are done,
you won't have any property rights to sell,
nor currency to sell it for. Maybe watch out for angry mobs?
Z: I recommend that you acquire useful skills for more sustainable goals.
F2: Wait, what about us?
F3: Do we even exist out there?
G: Well, probably, though you definitely aren't foxes.
You may want to prepare for that too.
F3: What are we then exactly?
J: Maybe some humans from somewhere who got their brains scrambled.
F5: Maybe?
J: I mean, you could be brains grown in a vat for all I know.
If they could do the The Matrix, why not?
F4: Uhhh...
G: Let's not worry about that, alright?
Ackyshually, everything was the dream of a Boltzmann brain.
Source: Me.