In nature, an animal that specifically preys on or harms another is a natural enemy. Just as the saying goes, "Sheep eat grass" or "Eagles catch chicks," all things interact with each other, in an endless cycle.
Generally speaking, when something shows signs of becoming a disaster, its natural enemies will appear. Just like the planetary orbits at this moment, aren't those combat satellites and suicide satellites causing the disaster?
"Orbit is being calibrated and is in good condition."
In high orbit, a pitch-black cylinder tens of meters long suddenly awoke from its slumber. Unlike other man-made celestial bodies, its surface was surprisingly rough, almost to the point of mistaking it for a meteorite. Several circular holes opened at its tail, from which protruded strange nozzles. It was about to begin releasing gas.
"Slowing down, track change expected to be completed in twenty-six minutes."
A multitude of pale yellow gas emanated from the vents, gradually breaking down into finer particles under the sunlight. Its temperature was almost identical to the background temperature, making it difficult to imagine the care taken by its creators. The vents and gas streams were obscured by its surface camouflage, making it virtually undetectable from its low orbit, over a thousand kilometers away.
"Deceleration complete, jettisoning the tail cabin."
The tail end of the column suddenly separated from the front without a sound, and the tail section even used the remaining fuel to continue to slow down, trying to act as bait to attract the dying creatures.
"Adjusting posture."
"Adjustments completed, release of the Purifier begins."
The cylinder angled, its smaller side facing the planet below. Then, like an octopus, its larger side, or cylindrical surface, flung itself outward, revealing the jet-black spheres hidden within. These spheres were all the same size, approximately one meter in diameter. Surrounding the spheres was a raised metal band. Sixteen spikes of a special material were evenly distributed across the band. The cylinder began to spin around its surface, attempting to dislodge the spheres.
This cylinder alone released one hundred and twenty-eight small balls, each of which was a greeting from the god of death.
According to the controllers, all they need to do is for these little balls to orbit the Earth once, and this farce will be over. Of course, they might have to explode a few of them first, to make them realize how powerful this thing is. They've even opened champagne in the control center, eagerly welcoming their new order, the one they've created.
Thousands of tiny balls silently followed their planned trajectory, plunging headlong into the sea of lasers and debris. No further manipulation was required; these tiny objects were simple in construction, their only means of detonation being contact with magnetic metal, much like World War II mines. But unlike those antiques, they had a shelf life of thousands of years, enough to suppress the entirety of low-Earth orbit.
Thanks to the vastness of the universe, these small balls did not collide with anything during their first few elliptical orbits, until gravity pulled them apart and the first explosion occurred. With this first change in fate, subsequent explosions began one after another, just like the fireworks set off during the Chinese New Year.
Every time they exploded, countless satellites were affected by the electromagnetic pulses they released. Circuit boards that should have been well protected were exposed to electromagnetic radiation to save costs, and they burned out one after another.
Their ideas were good, their plans were good, and their execution was good, but they overlooked one point: violence cannot bring order, it only brings hatred.
Prey attracts hunters, but prey is always evolving. No one knows whether hunters in the future will still be hunters. Perhaps the hunters themselves are also prey.
. . . . . .
Far to the south, a polar-adapted transport truck emerged from an Antarctic storm. It was early April, and global warming-induced storms often swept through the region at this time of year, bringing not only pitch-black blizzards but also exacerbating the already freezing climate.
The polar regions were difficult to distinguish between east, west, and north, so they were divided into two regions, east and west, based on the meridians. The eastern region was taken over by the United States, and after they shamefully lost the Southern Province, they could only seek to bully the small countries to their south.
On the other side was the western district of the Y colony, but these lobster soldiers alone weren't enough, so they turned to their old buddies. This was the entrance to the underground base they had jointly developed with a major South Asian country.
Those Y-country guys have dumped nuclear waste all over their land. Having just wreaked havoc on those impoverished tribes of Black Continent, they're now coming to wreak havoc on this pure white land. Penguins? What are those? These polar elves were wiped out in the great war a few years ago. Now, besides the guys who grew up drinking radiation, there are only barefoot curly-haired people and a bunch of dark-skinned laborers.
This transport truck, loaded with a spherical cargo, had come all the way from the inter-oceanic bridge in the East District. This cargo was a treasure trove the organization had painstakingly acquired, and it was sure to be a huge hit. Although the lack of satellite navigation took a bit of a detour, and this place was completely white, they still arrived safely.
"Command!" A man wearing special warm gear came out of the booth at the entrance checkpoint, nervously holding something in his hand.
"Y country guys and space country guys!" The window of the transport truck was rolled down.
"Sticks and clubs don't separate!"
"Great! May Pearl bless you! You're finally back! I hope you didn't take any more detours during the night!"
"May Pearl bless you too! It's not a big deal, brother, here you go!" A glove holding a large bag of dried meat biscuits stretched out from the car window, and after the handover, it immediately retracted.
"Those radioactive people didn't come with us?"
"No, but we couldn't get rid of them. Fortunately, we didn't alert them." The driver continued, "We used a little trickery and installed a fake one in the place of the thing in the back."
"Wow, awesome! You can go out from West District Gate 3 here and drive straight ahead to Exit A4. Whew, it's cold. From there you'll have to walk. We've got people there who will help you!"
"Eat them, and you'll warm up. They have chili in them, even though they're synthetic. Just a joke, those radioactive people actually called that thing at the back 'Purifier', hahaha~"
"Haha, that's very fitting. It can indeed purify the Ganges demons here!"
"We're leaving now. You should go back inside. The surface is no place for people to stay!"
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