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"I only set the stage for them," said Heisenberg. "They had the option to leave the scene. Both parties had that option."
"You're dreaming," I countered him. "Yes I agree, the youth in America had an option to save the continent, but with what? They had no education, no productive skills, and no humanity. Violence was the game, laced with killing, destroying and stealing. That was their game. That game was their entertainment, their life, and their politics. They have been trapped by a conspiracy, and have thereby been deprived of their ability to survive. And so, they didn't survive. You talk about options. What options were open to them? No society can survive long on such a wasteful platform that destroys its people," I added. "That is why the 'O' people are so scared to defend themselves with violence. They try to stay away from this trap, which they know they will probably not survive in the long run."
Heisenberg didn't answer me. Moments later, we re-joined the Gorans' fleet. He looked at me and shook his head. That huge fleet appeared more and more like a parasite on a galactic scale, like a swarm of locust that no land could withstand or defend itself against.
"One's gone!" said Heisenberg quietly.
"What options have we got left?" I asked.
"Just look at them," said Heisenberg. "What you see is what I saw in America in its last years. America had the same kind of superfortresses dropping thousand pound bombs on a defenseless people from 40,000 feet in the sky. In its last years, America never attacked any highly developed people who had the ability to shoot back. They only attacked defenseless nations, as did Israel in its last years. They were attacking children who threw stones at them in disgust, and they killed them with tank shells that ripped their bodies to pieces. They called this self-defense. When anybody dared to strike back they called them terrorists, bulldozed down their houses, burned their crops, uprooted their orchards, and confiscated their lands. That is what the 'O' people face if we don't succeed. They don't have any idea what is coming their way. Olaf, too, is dreaming. He was never interested in what was happening back home on Earth, but I've been there, I've seen it, and I'm scared for the 'O' people with their gentle nature."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Still, we can't use the Gorans up the way we have," I replied. "We can't win that way, nor would we be any better in the end than they. We need another approach."
Heisenberg nodded and suggested that we should return to the planet and find out what Olaf has to say to that.
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Stories about
War
from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
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