People stared to the heavens. PAX’s 10th Anniversary. The robo-dragon cheerfully zigged and zagged around the planet, the sky around it shimmering and crackling.
PAX was loud, but thanks to it, there was no hunger, no war, no pollution.
Three. Two. One. They cheered as the missiles shot PAX down.
Even with peace, humanity hadn’t been happy.
With the “noisy beast” dead, they hoped to sleep in peace.
