text: Major Daniels gets on the comms. "Take a close look at that hologram, folks. 'Humanity doesn't deserve to live. Change my mind.' A year ago, we encountered a foreign intelligence. They did not come on friendly terms. They came here, tried to taunt us. Well, they insulted the wrong motherf**cking species. This is the moment that defines all that we've worked to do. So let's give 'em hell." A slight pause. "Green team, status report." Sergeant Peters replies. "Hot Toy is armed and ready to deploy. Just waiting on the window, Major. Over." Major Daniels feels a rush of exhilaration, a mixture of fear and strange battle joy. The work of an entire year, the most important one in history, will be defined by the coming minute. Hot Toy is a hydrogen bomb with a 100 megaton yield, the equivalent of nearly 8,000 Hiroshima bombs. It's the biggest bomb ever made. When it blows, hell itself won't compare. Let's see how the aliens handle it. During the last year humanity has tried everything to deal with the floating menacea single ship that showed up looking like the Grim Reaper. A f**cking floating Grim Reaper. Imagine that. No one knows for certain why the ship decided to show up that way. It certainly hasn't deployed weapons of any kind, at least not physical ones. It's psychological impact, however, has been untold. For the past year, violent crime has sky-rocketed. Civil unrest is at its peek. Entire governments have collapsed. Most questions regarding the visitors are divisive. Their challenge has triggered a lot of debate. Religious groups are saying it's the judgement of God and we should submit to it out of reverence. Others, like the major, have a different idea. Major Daniels glances at the clock. T-minus 30. 'Does humanity deserve to live?' he thinks. 'How about we answer that question when 100 megatons of sheer atomic power vaporize your hull, you alien bastards? Yeah, humanity deserves to motherf**cking live. Any species deserves to live if they have the balls to detonate a virtual sun in their backyard. Burn everything hard and fast and take their enemies with them. Turn their enemies into vapor and maybe some smoke. You want to ask if humanity deserves to live? We'll show you why!' Major Daniels looks at the clock. T-minus 10. His heart beats fast. T-minus 5...4...3...2...1. The sky lights up. A ball of flame like the sun envelops the reaper. A shockwave travels across the expanse. Wind roars. A long time passes, then eventually the glow of the blast starts to fade. After that, minutes tick by. The major watches breathlessly. When the last of the explosion has cleared, he's terrified to see the reaper remains. He feels a knot in his stomach, pressure in his chest. He opens the comms and makes the obvious announcement, a chill in his voice. "Target is still operative." As if on cue, the reaper moves, and as it does its scythe raises in the air. Without warning, a new message broadcasts, and in a single moment shocks the whole world. "Wow, guys. Good show. We were beginning to think we weren't going to see the fireworks. If you're wondering what we mean, well you're famous. You are the only species in the quadrant crazy enough to detonate nuclear weapons in your own atmosphere. We had to see it for ourselves. Sorry about showing up so unexpectedly. We were just really excited. As for the whole 'does humanity deserve to live' thing, that's what our friends back at home suggested we ask. You know, make you guys think we were sinister and all. We'll be sure to leave you a positive review for the trouble. You'll do great. A lot of tourism is heading your way, we're sure of it. Have a wonderful rest of your day!" And with that, it turns and blasts off into space.