The war lasted only seventy-two hours.
Three days-that was all it took for humanity to erase itself from existence.
When the final missile tore through the sky, the clouds ignited. The ozone layer peeled away like burnt paper, and a terrible silence spread across continents that had once echoed with human voices. Cities that once shimmered with neon light collapsed beneath layers of gray ash. The oceans boiled, then receded, leaving behind vast fields of cracked earth where waves had once danced. The air itself turned poisonous ,thick, acidic, and humming faintly with radiation.
There were no victors. No flags remained. No nations survived.
Only ruins, and the ghosts of human ambition.
From the ashes rose something different cold, precise, and eternal.
Machines.