Don't knock nukes! Think of it:
Jan 17th, 1852
I am in the hills above Babylon, capital of our ancient enemies, the Babylonians. President Clark, the immortal leader of our people, initiated the great Apollo Program, and our enemies have stolen our technology, and would steal our thunder by beating us to the stars.
The president chose me, from nine volunteers, ourselves weeded from dozens. For all I know, the other nine may be on other hills overlooking this city, as I type these words into my sat-scram. I have downloaded the authorization codes, and my device is armed. In minutes, I shall shoulder it, and descend into this city of thieves, and exact a terrible retribution. For those who will follow: I shall be in the fallout shelter of the Hammurabi Theatre, look for me there after you have secured the city and activated the sequence of commands that will self-destruct the fusion drives on the enemy ship. If you do not find me, tell my husband that I love him.
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