This is the last chapter of one of the great military sci-fi stories before Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is repealed.
Look for the science to become soap, the characters to become feminized, and the action to become vapid.
Nor will you be able to travel back in time because that will put you back in the day before cowardice was a mental disorder deserving empathy, treatment, and benefits. Nobody in their right mind would willingly go to war these days. Why, that’s the very definition of insanity.
Still, you have to wonder why anybody – good or evil – would actually want to have absolute power. Over Earth? The way it is now? Ever wonder why a lifelong bachelor marries a woman two weeks after she starts menopause?
Go ahead, marry a demon sworn to destroy your life, stab you in the back, and abscond with everything you ever cherished.
The whole motivation behind saving the world from the evil empire just doesn’t have the bite it used to have. I don’t want to save Iran or Libya, or even Washington DC. Doesn’t scare me a bit to see bombs falling on the White House or Congress – have at it, boys.
Most people would give you their life’s savings to have their soul surgically excised. What’s so scary about that?
That’s punishment? To no longer have to worry about pain and death and destruction and hunger and crime and poverty around the world?
Who needs a soul anyway – it only gets in the way of happiness.
