Chapter 4 (Cont.)
I was born in Neuronusk, a city near the antipodal end of the breadth of land that bears Tatterstown, Painicipality, Steinstadt, Gauntville; all of these, and more, were parts of nations across the former continent now known as the New World Federation... Nuclear weaponry were already reaching cataclysmic power when they were being developed during the great war before the ultimate great war. Following the aftermath of the prior great war's nuclear destruction, many of the old world were utterly shook. Nations had formed a new, more steadfast global alliance from the debris of the one before; the one which could not avoid nuclear warfare. Global representatives enacted the old principles to stronger degree and introduced new ones. Everyone was saying the same mantra: nuclear weaponry must be ceased permanently for humanity's sake. What could be the decisive move here? Nullify the warheads. Keep the research for the sake of science. Despite the reiteration of global alliance, many factors had hung the circumstances over a lulling furnace, by an untrustworthy candlerope. The factors: the hunger for hegemony, the need to dominate, the paranoia of being subjugated. Some nations had claimed the alliby of technological research: on keeping the warheads strictly for the necessity of scientific progress— their false rationale of being in the headspace of war by merit of curiosity. Regardless of the global coalition, many nations with existent nuclear arsenal kept them as they were, and went on to refine them. Some nations which did not develop warheads during or after the second global war, went on to build them out of their own volition. The great powers, which rose to hegemony following the aftermath of the second great war, started imposing various sanctions on the new developers of nuclear weapons. These powers concluded that these nations were the insurgents of the global alliance: the dissolver of the safety net. They convicted them, all while keeping their own arsenal and keeping on refining them. After a series of events, the nuclear technology had reached unsurmountable destructive potential in theory. It didn't take long for the theoretical estimations to come realised in practice. The totem of alliance which was hanging by the thread of promise had melted by the infernal, surging fire of pride, greed and vengeance. As it fell into the unfathomable depths of the furnace below, so did the bombs fell all over the old world. The whole world was enveloped in a diseased abyss. The clandestine safety protocols were instrumental in preserving packets of humanity, the packets which in turn were obsessively selected for maximum viability. Akin to breathtakingly rare and supernatural intumescent coating that has to be used with painstaking wisdom and economy. Great nations around the world had sacrificed their land, resources, population to ensure the select zones were completely unharmed. When the totem was dissolving in the furnace, a few splinters had made peace in the fire, peaceful in the illusion of safety. These splinters' external demeanour handshaked with the all-surrounding fire with smile, knowing that their internal molecules and molecular bonds were not agitated by the fire. Soon the splinters had strange waves emanating from within. These waves gradually cooled the furnace: first, the previously unfathomable volumes of flames had started withering away. Till there were no longer flailings of flames around the splinters but only the cold, unfeeling grates of the furnace.
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