Synopsis
My late father told me this story. In 2160, the moon's surface collapsed without warning. Mountains shattered. Storms raged without end. The crust split open and every volcano erupted at once. Humanity retreated underground. Everything on the surface died. Then the Lunarians came — aliens riding the debris of what used to be the moon — and the war began. That was forty years ago. I wasn't born yet. I don't particularly care. I joined the military to fight Lunarians because they have no human rights. They are my entertainment. Just thinking about them makes me smile in ways I…
