Squadron X flew down low. Way low beneath the sky cities. Low enough to avoid detection. Between the rusted human cities. Swift enough to battle the robot armies and win the war. Stories of their heroism circulated many years after the Great Vapor Wars finished. The skies are empty now. Sometimes Squadron X flies in formation on special occassions. Without the bombs and guns. Flying as a reminder to us all. Of what? That truth isn't forever. Nostalgia isn't free. Nothing is better than everything.
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