That’s just the way it is, no way around it, nothing you can do. It is what it is.
A mortar shell tears apart my torso. I grab my weapon and take revenge.
The battles are bitter and fierce. There’s no clear winner at first. Heavy losses on both sides. But then, an AI-generated being of light—an angel—descends to us and teaches us a better way. We lay down our weapons. We reconcile. We negotiate, we make compromises.
Suddenly, just as the ink on the peace treaties has dried, it begins to rain. The signatures smear, the paper gets wet, warps, and dissolves entirely. The AI being vanishes, and we take out our umbrellas.
This is an AI translation. Here you find the original German version
Auri Blitzen 