"You believe that avoiding the inevitable will somehow lead to a better outcome," Robert continued, shaking his head slowly.
"But that is nothing more than wishful thinking. The superior beings will arrive eventually, and when they do… they will enslave humanity without hesitation."
Ian frowned deeply, his gaze sharpening into a cold glare. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" he snapped. "Do you even hear yourself? With our numbers, we could overwhelm them."
Robert shook his head calmly. "No," he replied, his voice firm.
"That is where you are wrong. Even with humanity's numbers, at best, you might delay them… perhaps by a hundred years."
He leaned slightly forward, his eyes locking onto Ian's.
"But after a hundred years… they will return," he continued quietly. "And when they do, their revenge will be far more devastating than anything you can imagine."
Ian's breathing slowed, though his expression remained tense.
