Nations laid down their arms. Forged ploughshares from swords.
Not all. Not us.
We fought them. Launched nuclear fusillades against the armada encircling the Earth.
They might as well have been slingshots. Their armored spaceships shrugged off the attacks, each wave no more than a minnow in the mouth of a whale.
Then came the lasers.
Those not immediately blinded saw the message carved in lunar regolith, each letter a thousand miles long and a hundred deep:
“IT WAS A ZINE, YOU IDIOTS. ABOUT AGING."
Always read the guidelines.