How We'll Win

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by the Imaginarium House one word prompt -- missiles.

Submitted: July 05, 2017

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How We’ll Win

Watch and learn,” the Commander said. “Today you are going to watch us win a war without the loss of more than one armed robotic droid.”

The ship arrived at it’s target point then went into orbit, maintaining it’s position just outside of detectable range. Once stability was reached, a robot, basic model, very similar in appearance to the planets inhabitants but different enough to arouse curiosity, made it’s way to the pod. It climbed inside, the outer doors opened and the pod began its rapid descent.

One of the trainees stepped forward to ask, “Sir, how can you know it is going to work?”

There is a simple answer to that. They are curious and want to take control over everything. The pod will be kept secret while they begin our work for us. Once that first step is made the rest will automatically follow.”

A screen lit up, flickering at first, but soon clearing to give the robot’s eye view. The pod was floating in some sort of moving mass of liquid until a big bulky vessel of some kind neared it, latched on to it, then carried it away. Once onto a dry surface it was loaded onto a different vehicle, strapped in place and covered up from any curious eyes. All the funny little creatures that came near to the pod wore the strangest of suits.

What are these funny things, Sir?” another student asked. “Do they always dress like that?”

These creatures are called humans. They are wearing what they mistakenly believe to be protective clothing. Maybe the ridiculous looking gear protects them from the threats of their own planet but it would do nothing outside of their own environment.”

The robot’s vision was just of blackness while the pod was in transit but it seemed no time at all before light resumed and other humans could be seen. They were waving their funny little instruments around and attempting to communicate with their ‘invader’. Of course, the robot was unable to respond to language so primitive. It merely remained still, silent; impassively waiting for the next stage.

Now the trick of winning a war without expending your own resources is to find the enemies weakness and play it against them. In this case it was so simple we almost overlooked it.” The Commander turned back to the screen. “Not being able to communicate, and believing the subject to be alive, they will now proceed to ‘kill’ it so that they might satisfy their curiosity from the inside instead. Of course, they will not have any idea quite what has hit them, something way beyond the strength of their most powerful weapon.”

The students gathered around and watched as someone leaned forward, began to cut open the robot. They quickly put their protective glasses in place before the entire screen was lit by a blindingly bright flash.

Now watch! In a matter of their minutes, humanity will destroy themselves, saving us the job.”

The planet in front of them lit up, time and time again, from different spots on it’s surface. The humans did not pause to attempt to understand before retaliating. Missile after missile was launched against an unknown but suspected target.

They could not work out the original explosion location; the pod was secret. Each of these areas believed another had attacked them and then responded. And there we are. Success! We win. And all we lost was one armed pod!”


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