Chapter 8: Humanities victory

Panic gripped the world as the news of the giant creature spread like wildfire. People ran frantically in the streets, screaming and crying, as they tried to comprehend the enormity of the situation. Even the General, a seasoned veteran of war, looked pale and shaken as he gave the order for the bombers to take off.

The bomber pilots, though scared, steeled themselves for the mission ahead. They took off from their bases, soaring into the skies as they made their way to the impact site. As they approached the ruins of Hawaii, they caught sight of the creature, its massive form towering over the devastation. The pilots' hearts sank as they realized the enormity of their task.

"Alright, let's do this," one of the pilots said, trying to sound braver than he felt. "We'll follow protocol and try to...ah...communicate with it." The pilots swallowed hard as they flew closer, their voices shaking slightly as they spoke. "Uh, creature...we mean you no harm. Please, uh, state your...business...on Earth.. or.elsewhere."

The creature, however, didn't seem interested in listening. It simply rose to its feet, its massive body towering over the bombers, and launched a massive chunk of the broken Hawaii at one of the planes. The bomber exploded in mid-air, sending debris flying everywhere. The remaining pilots opened fire immediately, launching their bombs at the creature.

The battle was intense, with the bombers dodging and weaving around the creature's attacks. The creature's sheer size and strength made it a formidable opponent, and the bombers were struggling to make a dent in its defenses. "We need backup, now!" one of the pilots shouted into the radio. "We can't take this thing down alone!"

The world watched in horror as the battle raged on, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance. Would the bombers be able to defeat the creature, or would it prove too powerful to defeat? The fate of humanity hung in the balance, and everyone was glued to their screens, waiting with bated breath for the outcome.

The virtual meeting of world leaders was tense, with everyone trying to come up with a plan to defeat the monster. The atmosphere was thick with anxiety, and the weight of responsibility hung heavy on each of their shoulders. One suggestion was to send all the world's fighter jets to attack it, but another leader pointed out the flaw in that plan. "If we use all our air artillery on one monster, how are we sure more won't come?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "If we use the population of Earth as a reference, then we'll be in deep trouble."

The President of the United States, determined to take action, suggested launching one warhead. The warhead control box was brought to him, and he entered his biometrics to authorize the launch. The world leaders watched through the satellite feed as the warhead soared towards Hawaii, its trajectory unwavering. It kept moving, and moving, until it finally reached the battlefield where the fighter jets were engaged with the monster.

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The leaders watched in horror as the monster swatted the fighter jets aside like insects. Of the 30 jets that had been sent, only 6 were left. The monster's sheer size and strength made it a formidable opponent, and the leaders wondered if they had made a grave mistake by underestimating it. The monster saw the warhead coming and roared, its voice like thunder, but just as it was about to impact, the beast jumped and landed a few kilometers away, evading the attack with ease.

The leaders were shocked, their faces pale with fear. If warheads where useless they were doomed.But one of them, the President of Nigeria, smiled. "What's wrong with you?" one of the other leaders asked, incredulous. "The world is about to end!" But the Nigerian President just chuckled. "Observe," he said. "When the beast was facing the fighter jets, it faced them head-on with no fear. But it dodged the warhead. That means it can be damaged."

The other leaders nodded in agreement, and a glimmer of hope appeared. Maybe, just maybe, they could defeat this monster after all. However, another leader pointed out a problem. "The warheads are massive and slow," he said. "The beast can easily dodge them." The US President nodded thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he considered the problem. And then, a determined look appeared on his face.

"I have a solution," he said. "We're have a 2 billion dollar bomber with a bomb that's not taller than a human, but has the explosive power of 2 nukes. It's also extremely fast. All we need to do is use normal nukes to distract the beast, and then use this bomber to finish it off." The US President implored all countries with nukes to send one, and the real comeback began. The world leaders watched with bated breath as the plan was set in motion. Would they be able to defeat the monster and save humanity? Only time would tell.

As the leaders waited anxiously for the outcome, the satellite feed showed the bomber soaring towards Hawaii, its payload at the ready. The world held its breath, praying for a miracle. The bomber flew closer, and closer, until it finally reached the battlefield. The monster, distracted by the normal nukes, didn't even see it coming. The bomber released its payload, and the world watched in awe as the bomb detonated, its explosive power rivaling that of two nuclear warheads. The monster stumbled, its massive body shaken by the blast. And for a moment, the world dared to hope.

As the waves finally settled, the carcass of the beast came into view, torn to bits and scattered across the devastated landscape. The onlookers, who had been holding their collective breath for what felt like an eternity, suddenly erupted into a massive wave of joy.

The tension that had been building up for hours, even days, was finally released, and the emotions that had been pent up for so long came flooding out. People screamed, cried, and laughed, hugging each other in relief and jubilation. The sense of camaraderie and shared experience was palpable, as strangers became friends in the face of adversity.

The world leaders, who had been watching the battle unfold from their respective command centers, breathed a collective sigh of relief. They had done it. They had saved humanity from the brink of destruction. The President of the United States, his face etched with exhaustion and relief, smiled broadly as he turned to his advisors. "We did it," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "We actually did it."

The celebrations continued for hours, with people dancing in the streets, waving flags, and cheering. The sense of euphoria was infectious, and soon the entire world was caught up in the joy and relief of the moment.

But amidst all the celebrations, there were those who couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The alien may have been defeated, but it had still managed to wreak havoc on a massive scale. And what if there were more out there? What if this was just the beginning?

For now, though, the world was content to bask in the glow of victory. The alien may have been a formidable foe, but in the end, humanity had emerged triumphant. And as the celebrations continued, the world looked forward to a brighter future, one where they could live without fear of attack from beyond the stars.